Wednesday 15 May 2013

Love Sonnet by Pablo Neruda

“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.” 

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