“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, 100 Love Sonnets
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets