Love…
…IS a glance that freezes our gaze momentarily on one other; a sentence unfinished but completely understood by both; a quick kiss that resonates long after; the warmth of a hug that cools slowly. Such things find their meaning between two hearts enlivened.

From XVII of “100 Love Sonnets” by Chilean poet Pablo Neruda
I do not love you
as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations
the fire shoots off.
I love you without knowing how,
or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly,
without complexities or pride.