I love you without knowing how,
or when, or from where.
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.
You are my backbone, you’re my cornerstone, you’re my crush when my leg stop moving.
Turns out, only my shadow knows….
***Love is a thick fluid.***
