I love you as the dark things are to be loved.
in secret, between my shadow, and the soul
I love you as a plant that never blooms,
but carries within yourself
the light of hidden flowers
thanks to you, my love.
to your certain solid fragrance
that has risen from the earth,
and now lives darkly in my body
-P. Neruda, excerpt from, "Sonnet 17- A hundred love sonnets"
for Little Miss Korea. one of the reasons why i illustrate, and design.