I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. 
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 | Sonnet XVII

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. 

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 | Sonnet XVII

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