i love this part of a sonnet by pablo neruda:"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 waythan 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."(you might recognize it - robin williams recites this poem in patch adams)
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