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-