I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, 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, do close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
This Sonnet by Neruda appears frequently on the internet as a wedding reading choice.
I have become yours.
Hereafter, I cannot live without you.
Do not live without me.
Let us share the joys.
We are word and meaning, unite.
You are thought and I am sound.
May the nights be honey-sweet for us.
May the plants be honey-sweet for us.
May the earth be honey-sweet for us.
This Hindu poem appears frequently on the internet as a wedding reading choice.