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.
Today just kind of feels like a Pablo Neruda day. For some reason I am especially reverent of love this morning.
- Your Laughter by Chilean Poet Pablo Neruda (kractivist.wordpress.com)
- Sonnet XVII – Pablo Neruda: Patch Adams (pocketfulofpoesy.wordpress.com)
- Sonnet XVII: I do not love you as if you were brine-rose, topaz by Pablo Neruda (poulosesarah.wordpress.com)