The Only Way to Love

“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, from Sonnet XVII

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  1. Pingback: Sonnet XVII: I do not love you as if you were brine-rose, topaz by Pablo Neruda | Cleaning up the clutter

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