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 that this:
where I does not exist, nor you
so close that your hand
on my chest is your hand,
so close that your eyes close
as i fall asleep
SONNET XVII
Pablo Neruda
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