Unpredictable Arrival

…sends no advance warning nor does it knock on the door of the heart before entering. It is a surprise guest that moves in and takes up residence without notice. Love is predictable only in its unpredictable arrival.

From a poem by Chilean poet and diplomat Pablo Neruda
tumblr_m5ku7c0NpF1qm2v88o1_500I love you without
knowing how,
or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly,
without complexities or pride;
so I love you because
I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand
on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes
close as I fall asleep.