sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres

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 don't 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 it is your eyes that close.



--Sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda