How i love you..., by ChuKico PrIme
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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--
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| Posted: 2006-04-16 03:43:58 UTC |
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