Just thinking

Its Sunday, im sitting here just thinking, watching tv and ... yah pondering over stuff. Patch adams is on, one of my favorite movies tbh... As I sit here wiping my tears, because its at the part where he goes to the funeral to finish the sonnet he had been reading her. I feel the need to post it up here so i wont forget it. Its something that touches me deeply. Something that "hits home" as it were. My "soul mate" is in this sonnet. How is it again that I can adore someone so far away? Heh, hell if i know, but its all good because i know what my heart feels. The man of my dreams is all around me. Thanks to the writers of Patch Adams that included this sonnet, and thanks to the author of the sonnet as well as it is very beautiful. 

Sonnet 17
by Pablo Neruda
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 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 simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way
because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I nor you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep
it is your eyes that close.