I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride.
So I love you in this way because I know no 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
Yes. This is Love.
Some may call it Unconditional. Some may call it Love.
Simply that. Love. Unconditional Love.
When you Love, because there is no reason, other than Love.
I bow down graciously with respect to Pablo Neruda.
One of the poets whose words, have always found a way of touching my heart.
When I read his poetry, it makes we wish I spoke Spanish.
Simply so I could feel and touch the words, the way he wrote them from his own heart.
Much Loves,
