Rabu, 19 Februari 2014

Sonnet XVII - Pablo Nerunda

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

(dari buku cinta. - benzbara)

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