28 April 2014

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~

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