I love you without knowing
how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly,
without complexities or pride;
I love you because I know
no other way than this:
where I do 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.
Accompaniment:
Heart’s On Fire
Pablo Neruda
