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By Pablo Neruda Submitted by KindredSpirit Date: 2014 Aug 20 Comment on this Work [[2014.08.20.06.07.7587]] |
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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 that 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 SONNET XVII |