From Me to 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 that this:

where I does 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.

- SONNET XVII by Pablo Neruda