I love you as certain dark things are loved, 

Secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

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 don't 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 it is your eyes that close.