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Saturday, 22 May 2010

I Do Not Love You


I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so 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.


*My favourite poem of all time, by Pablo Neruda.

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