Quisqua following doggy's suggestion:

In the center of the earth I will push aside
the emerald so that In can see you --
you like an amanuesis, with a pen
of water, copying the green sprigs of plants.

What a world! What deep parsley!
What a ship sailing through the sweetness!
And you, maybe -- and me, maybe -- a topaz.
There'll be no more dissensions in the bells.

There won't be anything but all the fresh air,
apples carried on the wind,
the succulent book in the woods:

and there where the carnations breathe, we will begin
to make ourselves a clothing, something to last
through the eternity of a victorious kiss.

Neruda, Sonnet C from "100 Love Sonnets"
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