Patch DeMented

I received this poem in my mail today from a dear friend of mine and she wanted me to post it here. This one by far is one of the most beautiful poems ever to be penned. I think. Its a classic.

It is more beautiful when an equally beautiful woman recites it while sipping a good bottle of wine with you. I may have had too much last weekend. I'm sorry if I was, as you put it...too unbecoming that night. But thats me, a good bottle of wine and poetry. My lethal combination.

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 do 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.

Nothing like a good poem to get one in the mood. No???