“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.”
More from Pablo Neruda
“I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.”
“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
“You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.”
“In this part of the story… I am the one who Dies.”