I thought i should post up this poem because I believe it's what loving someone should feel like. Love is not supposed to be something that you can hold over another as if saying "Look what i have and you don't," like a child showing off his cool new toy and parading it in front of another child that wants to play with the toy just as much. If it is real love than it doesn't have to be shown off because it will be clearly evident in your jubilant smile when it stretches from ear to ear when you are next to that person or in your wandering eyes when you aren't with that person because then everyone around you will know that you are thinking of that person and how happy that one individual makes you. That's what i feel the line "I love you as certain things are to be loved,/In secret, between the shadow and the soul." means, but if i am wrong it is a beautifully written line either way.

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 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 fragrance, risen darkly 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 and I fall asleep. -Pablo Neruda I