All of the words can't portray with the same meaning
Your arms hold me and your legs carry you here
But the words to describe them are always unclear
English cannot explain the thoughts
Running through my mind
Maybe I'll find them
Maybe in time

The type of love I want to give
Is hard within our years
I want to love with meaning,
Even if there's tears
I want a love without leaving
I want to make it clear
For as long as you'll accept it,
My love is always here

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.