Love…
…causes me to sometimes lose track of where I end and you begin. That’s what happens when two souls were meant to be together. Once they touch love together the lovers will be forever restless with out each other. Even their loneliness for one another is full of life.
From “100 Love Sonnets” by Chilean poet Pablo Neruda
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.
