from Pablo Neruda, “One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII”

poetryeater:

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,   

I love you directly without problems or pride:

I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,

except in this form in which I am not nor are you,   

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,   

so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

(via noremedyforlovebuttolovemore)