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 you 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
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Shrinking Violet
PoetryCompilation of thoughts that I can't express thru actions, words so simple yet so hard to express.
