from 100 Love Sonnets
“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.”
