“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.”
- Pablo Neruda
"When I hold, The warmth of your body, There is nobody, That I'd rather hold...
It's a beautiful war." - Kings of Leon