Enchanted

"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 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 your eyes close."
Enchanting, isn't it?
Pablo Neruda, no matter what piece I read of his work, it always grows onto me like a wildflower - in the garden of my soul.  ❤

Love really is such a feeling that makes you do unimaginable things. It's a world that no one wants to leave. An era no one wants to end. A frozen moment no one wants to break. It enchants you like those fireflies in a deep dark forest, glowing in the dark, taking you into its magical world and thus making you forget about the fear of being in the dark.

Be in love. No matter in what form. Love is the best thing that keeps us together and holds us from all the dirt. Love can be anything. Love in relationships. Love for your passion, your hobby. Love for drinking and dancing and living in the moment. Love for your family, your inmates, your friends. For the kids and the poor. For living the little things in life. The first drop of rain, the fragrance of blooming flowers when the spring hits, those hot cups of coffee on a cold night, the sound of bugs in a dense night shining with thousands of stars. Love comes in all forms and in various ways. Means different things to different people. But be in love, because this is what brings life to us.