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.
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