Sonnet XVII ( Pablo Neruda)

” I love you without knowing how or when or from where. I love you straightfowardly without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exsits, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”

Pablo Neruda

The moment I read this sonnet, it became a part of me. The words filled me with hope, love, and much more that I cannot describe at this very moment. Just know that these words are forever a part of my mind, body and soul….

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