I Want To Love Like This . . .

Excerpt from Pablo Neruda - Sonnet XVII:


I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities of 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


....

Absolutely beautiful. What else can I say?

I want that...