Thursday, January 26, 2012

~SONNET XVII~

I love you without knowing
how,, or when,, or from where..
I love you straightforwardly,,
without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know
no other way that this;
where I does not exist,, nor you,,
so close that your hand
on my chest is my hand,,
so close that your eyes close
as I fall asleep..

-PABLO NERUDA-

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