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.
Whenever I read Pablo Neruda, I want to shout to the universe,
"This man knows what love is!" I want to repeat his poetry over and over and over in my mind, capturing love in words is so difficult, but he
did it so precisely and gorgeously and sensuously.
catherinenglish 04-25-2013
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