“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.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Let me tell you what you mean to me you are that feeling of home my tired feet feel when they step inside the cold stream a wild brook after walking a whole day You are the soothing feel of the sun on my face in crisp winters You are a waft of that fresh breeze when I open the window to spring mornings You are that soothing smell that petrichor which rejuvenates me from within You are the feel of dewdrops falling from the petals when I bow down to kiss the flowers in my garden You are that warm cozy feeling I get sitting next to listening to the wood crackling, near my fireplace You lit up the sky for me like that lone star in the endless dark nights You warm my soul as the first cry of a newborn and you soothe my scars when your healing words fall on my ears Your warmth is getting imbued in me slowly and surely as the sun dips his toes in the ocean Let me tell you in million ways using a billion poetic metaphors and similes what you mean to me before I run out of words and nature runs out of its beauty to compare my love to thee --Megha