Thursday, November 21, 2013

I love you without knowing

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
as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda
Sonnet XVII

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