Sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda

Monday, May 09, 2016

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where
I love you simply, without problem or pride
I love in this way because I do not know any other way of  loving 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

You Might Also Like

0 comments