Love is a clash of lightnings
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Without doubt I praise the wild excellence.
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.
I was the owner of my own darkness.
Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.