How i love you..., by ChuKico PrIme Subscribe to rss feed for <B><font color =ChuKico PrIme">

I love you without knowing how,
  Or when, or from where,
I love you simply,
  Without problem or pride:
I love you this way because
I don’t know any other
  Way of loving
But this is 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
  It is your eyes that close.


 --Pablo Neruda (1904-1973)
From sonnet XVII--
Posted: 2006-04-16 03:43:58 UTC

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2006-04-24 01:51:15wishing_on_stars
lovely

2008-04-06 18:54:11xxX~BURNING ROSES~Xxx
very good, there is a lot of feeling here