100 Love Sonnets


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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.

 

“Sonnet XVII”, Pablo Neruda

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