“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
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