loving//
these words:
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 do not 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 your eyes close.
Pablo Neruda
this recipe:
creamy baked eggs & vanilla cardamom french toast
this video:
josh vogel
I love you simply, without problems or pride.
I love you in this way because I do not 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 your eyes close.
Pablo Neruda
this recipe:
creamy baked eggs & vanilla cardamom french toast
this video:
josh vogel
That is one of my favorite sonnets by Neruda...so sweet and gentle.
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