Poetry

I 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 mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams. 💖🌙

Pablo Neruda

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