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…
The first lines are actually my favorite, tbh.
Oh, that’s beautiful.
are actually my favorite, tbh.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow...fire shoots off.
fourth lines quoted,...lovely sonnet, it deserves...full...