Wednesday 19th September 2007
"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
than 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 from 100 Love Sonnets
by Pablo Neruda
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jamz,
this is the same sonnet i'd put on my wedding invite. word for word.
sums up everything perfectly, kan?looooove that neruda fella. :)
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