Poetry

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.

~ Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

A Facebook friend posted this earlier this morning. Even amidst the noise of Facebook, there are gems of such incredible beauty.

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"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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One Response to Poetry

  1. druxha says:

    I’ve seen this Love Sonnet before, though I can’t recall where, John. Yes, it is a gem, indeed….

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