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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

Poem by Pablo Neruda

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Sebuah puisi yang cukup-cukup menarik dan sering aku gunakan untuk dihadiah kepada seseorang. Puisi karya Pablo Neruda ini aku kenali semasa menonton filem Patch Adam lakonan Robin Williams yang mengisahkan seorang doktor yang menggunakan ketawa/kegembiraan untuk merawat kesakitan. Cerita betul walau jalan ceritanya mungkin banyak yang dah berubah.