“I love you without knowing how,
or when, or from where.
I love you
simply,
without problems or pride:
I love you in this way
because I do
not know any other way of loving
but this,
in which there is no I or
you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate
that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
- Pablo Neruda
(100 Love Sonnets)
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