I remember, when I watched the movie, Patch Adams, that this poem featured prominently throughout the film. I went in search of it, after I saw the movie. It struck a cord with me and I couldn't shake it loose.
I was asked to do a reading @ a friend's wedding & I was asked to pick something that I wanted to read and so, I chose this:
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrows 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 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.