I love you without knowing how…


I love you without knowing how,
or when, or from where.
I love you straight forwardly,
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.

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