How i love you...
By <B><font color ="yellow">ChuKico PrIme</font></B> •
I love you without knowing how,
Or when, or from where,
I love you simply,
Without problem or pride:
I love you this way because
I don’t know any other
Way of loving
But this is 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
It is your eyes that close.
--Pablo Neruda (1904-1973)
From sonnet XVII--