In your Love..

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, 
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire...
I love you as one loves certain dark things..

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but...
carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself...
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose

from the earth lives dimly in my body....
I love you without knowing how, or when or from where..
I love you simply without problem or pride.. I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving you but this.. 
In which there is no I and YOU... 

Of everything I have seen... Its you I want to go on seeing.. 
Of everything I've touched.. Its your flesh I want to go on touching...
What am I to do with  this love... 
I don't know how others love or how people loved in past....
I live watching you, loving you.. and Being in love with you... 

I wait for you like a lonely house...
till you will see me again and live in me...

Till then my windows ache.

Tonight I can write saddest lines... "I loved you and sometimes you loved me too"