I randomly selected ring number two from the brown bag that came all the way from China. For the second day in a row I dressed to match it – tomorrow will be an issue as I have nothing else to match topaz (or Bridal Blue as Xang.Xang descibed it).
Topaz is not my favourite shade of blue but no harm as there are still thirteen other colours to try.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz
by Pablo Neruda
(1904 – 1973)
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.