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