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, not you.
so close, that your hand
on my chest is my hand.
so close that your eyes close
as i fall asleep.
SONNET XVII
Pablo Neruda
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