Love Sonnet

Before I met you, nothing was my own..

I wavered through the streets, among objects..

But nothing mattered or had a name..

The world seems made of air, which waited..

I knew rooms full of ashes..

Tunnels where the moon lived..

Rough warehouses that growled 'Get Lost!'

Questions that insisted in the sand..

Everything was empty..dead..mute..

Fallen..abandoned..decayed..

inconceivably alien, it all..

belonging to someone else..or to no one..

Until you came..

With your beauty and poverty..

Filling the autumn..

Plentiful with gifts

-Pablo Neruda-

The Reason Why

I love you without knowing how..

I love you without knowing when..

I love you without knowing from where..

I love you simply, without problems or pride.

I love you in this way..

because..

I know not of any other way of loving but this..

in which..

There is no I or you..

so intimate..

That your hand on my chest is my hand..

so intimate..

That when I fall asleep, your eyes close..

-Pablo Nerudo-