I love you…

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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