I love you without knowing
how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly,
without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know
no other way that this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand
on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close
as I fall asleep.
Sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda
Happy Birthday, Lovey.
♥
I love him because . . .
Ok so, yes I am blog stalking again. I'm not sure what your caption on #2 means, but I just have to tell you...THAT IS MY FAVORITE BOOK IN THE WORLD! My relationship Bible.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday to Brock! :)
ReplyDeleteWait, Kristi. Those were boobs? I couldn't tell........
ReplyDeleteHahahahhaa. Happy Birthday, Brock. You're a good man.