My heart speaks

borealis-i

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.

Sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda

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