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Eyes full of love
“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, Sonnet XVII, from Cien Sonetos de Amor (1959).
