I love you not as a moon or a rose

I love you
And this feeling is natural as the sky is blue
And green as the trees in mid spring 

I do not love you as a moon or a rose
- full of romantic thoughts 
Neither do I love you as would a broken knight in a classic novel or poem
- full of questions about existence
I do not love you as a perfect picture
Made of music and perfume
I love you as certain hidden things,
obscene thoughts and dirty stories that we shamefully hide even from ourselves 

I love you 
And within me you move like a flame of fire,
And a stream of fresh water moving intertwined 

I do not love you as a breeze 
Neither do I love you as spring or a lily
I do not love you as things that are pure, virtuous, and 
Domesticated to the point it disturbs me
I love you as my disbeliefs,
As things that repulse me,
Missing details that ruin my mood.
I love you as the most barbaric acts 
And as the worst buried desires
- cravings to commit the worst sins,
unthinkable sins

I love you
My love is natural and spontaneous
Just like unbroken solitude while being amongst others. 

Ethar Zaher
10/3/2008