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I Love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love.  Except in this form in which I am not nor are you, so close that your hand upon my chest is mine.  So close that your eye’s close with my dreams. 

Excerp from “I Don’t Love You as if You Were a Rose” by Pablo Neruda.  Read the whole poem here: http://www.english.emory.edu/Bahri/Neruda.html

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