Love

Texture of life

Love

by Pablo Neruda

Of everything I have seen,

it’s you I want to go on seeing;

of everything I’ve touched,

it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.

I love your orange laughter.

I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.

What am I to do, love, loved one?

I don’t know how others love

or how people loved in the past

I live, watching you, loving you.

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