Morning Letter


I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you simply without problem or pride
I love you in this way becauce i dont 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, soo intimate that when I fall a sleep your eyes close.

With love,

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