Love poem by Pablo Neruba

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.

What is Love

When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness.

It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides.

And when it subsides, you have to make a decision.

You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together

that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.

Because this is what love is.

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