Love Notes

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 than 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

Tiffany//we heart it//all things elegant

Wishing you a beautiful day of dizzying highs. 

A day full of butterfly kisses and handwritten notes;

 full of laughter, joy, and so much love.

{more love here and here}

Kat, xo.