Poem to Carin

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off .
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul .

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body .

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where .

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep .

(no me gustan las comas, pero como es copy-paste lo dejare tal y como lo encontre)

Espero algun dia el titulo diga tu nombre.