Once there was a hero...
...and there was i, watching him thoughtfully...
How could i resist?
The feelings just grew naturally... unstoppable...
...like the glow of the moon that spreads throughout the gaea...
...flowing...searching...

Once there was a hero...

I Do not Love You
(From the 100 Love Sonnets/Cien Sonetos De Amor of 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 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

that 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.