Love Sonnets

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..

― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets-