Friday, March 20, 2009

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 knew 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.
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  1. L.March 20, 2009 at 4:59 AM

    So sweet...brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for posting this.

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