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, nor 'You',
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Pablo Neruda
There is need for no other words.
If only you'd understand.
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