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 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,
100 love sonnets (via
sing-in-time)
(Source: the-yellow-bird)
Jan 11th 2012 ยท 54 notes
