by Pablo Neruda

I love you like the flower-less plant carrying inside itself the light of those flowers,and, graced by your love, a fierce perfume risen from earth, is alive, concealed in my flesh.
I love you without knowing how, whence, when.
I love you truly, without doubts, without pride, I love you so, and know, no other way to love.

"Invictus" don't know by whom

It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged the punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.