I love you without knowing how
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride.
I love you because I know no other way then this.
So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand.
So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep.
(Hunter Adams in Patch Adams)
01 Mar 2008 Miguel Ferreira 0 comments