I do love you
I do love you as if you were rose colored salt, or the unpolished topaz that I picked up as a child and have shown my father, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off every time we sat next the chimney.
I always have loved you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the darkness and imperfections.

I have always love you as a plant in the middle of the winter,
withered and cold, but carries the beauty of the white deadly snow.
thanks to your love a certain hint of fragrance,
risen from the cold earth, lives darkly in my frozen grave.

I have love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you in your messy, complexities and pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: Where I does not exist, nor you,
so far that only your hand in my chest is my hard,
so far that your eyes close as I fall.