“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.”
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
“so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me.Till then my windows ache.”
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
“so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me.Till then my windows ache.”
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
