I DO NOT LOVE YOU
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.
Pablo Neruda ( 1904-1973 )
*mestinya memang gak posting puisi ini, yang udah diposting jutaan kali oleh jutaan orang, but I can’t help it. Yang ini buat kamu, cowboy. Inget yang aku bilang tadi, ya? I want us to be friends for the rest of our lives. Mari kita jadi substitute people aja. Not that I dont want you. Oh, I do want you, tapi semua kegiatan fisik bahkan yang katanya ‘atas nama cinta’, hanya akan membuyarkan semua keindahan yang kusimpan tentang kamu. I love you.






My name is Venus, perempuan, istri, ibu rumah tangga dengan dua anak laki-laki yang
pinter-pinter dan ganteng-ganteng.