We were written in the stars, my love. All that separated us, was time - the time it took to read the map which was placed within our hearts, to find our way back to one another.
... I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
Borislav Bonev. Sculpture. Bronze. Small plastic. Wedding.