without knowing


 

love

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