Thursday, March 8, 2012

Sonnet XVII

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.

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