I first heard this poem being read on Patch Adams at a funeral. It was so moving, I had to look it up... So simple, pure and inviting...
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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" 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.
- Pablo Neruda
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