Sometimes at night
When I look up to the sky
I start to think of you
And then ask myself why
Why do I love you?
I think and smile
Because I know the list could run on for miles

The whisper of your voice
The warmth of your touch
My feelings are so strong
And I love you so much
Why do I love you?
I think and smile
Because I know the list could run on for miles

Always and forever

I spent last night dreaming of your eyes,
but your hair kept getting in the way.

Your lips dropped in to tell me how you'd been,
but when I tried to kiss them,
my pillow told me I'd missed them.

Your voice dropped by and sang a lullaby,
and it was then I knew just what to do.
I'd fall asleep and then,
I'd dream of you again

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.