STOP ACTING SO SMALL. YOU ARE THE UNIVERSE IN ECSTATIC MOTION.

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."

by XVII (I do not love you…), Pablo Neruda

 SOCIETY, AS WE HAVE CONSTITUTED IT, WILL HAVE NO PLACE FOR ME, HAS NONE TO OFFER; BUT NATURE, WHOSE SWEET RAINS FALL ON UNJUST AND JUST ALIKE, WILL HAVE CLEFTS IN THE ROCKS WHERE I MAY HIDE, AND SECRET VALLEYS IN WHOSE SILENCE I MAY WEEP UNDISTURBED. SHE WILL HANG THE NIGHT WITH STARS SO THAT I MAY WALK ABROAD IN THE DARKNESS WITHOUT STUMBLING, AND SEND THE WIND OVER MY FOOTPRINTS SO THAT NONE MAY TRACK ME TO MY HURT: SHE WILL CLEANSE ME IN THE GREAT WATERS, AND WITH BITTER HERBS MAKE ME WHOLE. "
 Oscar Wilde