He plopped the bag in my lap and told me he'd picked up a few of my favorite authors while he was there. I pulled out "Emma" by Jane Austin, "Wuthering Heights" By Emily Bronte, "Robinson Crusoe" By Daniel Defoe, "High Five" by Janet Evanovich, and "Slaughterhouse-five" by Kurt Vonnegut. At the bottom of the bag, I stopped and stared at an unusual book of love sonnets by Pablo Neruda. Love sonnets?? I looked up at him quizingly. He told me to turn to page 39. I could feel something lumpy inside and I knew he was up to something. On page 39, taped up to a big of twine, dangled a gorgeous sapphire and diamond ring. I managed to skim the first line of the poem, "I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz..." when he got down on his knee and pulling the ring from the book, he proposed. He had completely taken me by surprise so I was shaking but eventually managed to nod yes. I think. It's all a little blurry right now.
Anyway, the poem reads:
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 you hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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 you hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Truthfully though, I always fall asleep before he does so I'm not sure on the last line ;). The ring is absolutely perfect. It suits me. The engagement is even better. I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful and supportive man in my life.
We went out briefly afterwards to celebrate and play 80's trivia. He snapped a photo of my "belly bump" before we left. I think I'm actually starting to look pregnant!
2 comments:
The poem is beautiful! The poem Dave wrote is probably even better :) I'm so happy for you. You look great in the dress--it's black and luckily naturally slimming!
Wow, that's so romantic, kinda makes me want to get a little teary-eyed! I'm so proud of him for thinking of proposing that way, congrats! The ring IS beautiful.
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