Love, Love, Love

"I love you without knowing how, 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 but this,


in which there is not I or you,


so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,


so intimate that when I fall asleep, your eyes close."



-Pablo Neruda

Pictures by Stephanie Patterson Photography