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,
100 Love Sonnets
Copper Leaf,
Eddie’s Garden
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