I love you without knowing how, or when, or where from. I love you without problems or pride. I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving, 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,100 Love Sonnets
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