Reckless Love

I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden within itself, I love you without knowing how or when, or from where I love you directly without problems or pride I love you like this because I don't know any other way to love, Expect in this form in which I am not nor are you, So close that your hand upon my chest is mine, So close that your eyes close with my dreams.