Between lips and lips there are cities of great ash and moist summit, drops of when and how, vague comings and goings: between lips and lips as along a shore of sand and glass the wind passes.
Pablo NerudaThen love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way
Pablo NerudaOnce more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.
Pablo NerudaBut I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
Pablo Neruda