I Do Not Love You
Sharing this with you. A poem by Pablo Neruda. I heard it when I watched Patch Adams.
XVII (I Do Not Love You)
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.
Patch Adams (played by Robin Williams) was finally able to finish reading this poem to his girlfriend. Unfortunately, it was over her grave.
Such a sad note in the part of the movie. Losing someone you love deeply to a heinous crime, questions your purpose in life. I am amazed how altruistic other people are even when faced with painful realities.
I hope to be as resilient as that.
* Just a short trivia though. In real life, it was Patch Adams’ friend who was killed and not his girlfriend.