A Beautiful Month of September to All !

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 that this:
where I do 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.
Pablo Neruda