For You...

...my Husband, King of Kings.
...my dearest friend in everything.
...the wonderful father to our children.
...the man, if God wills it, I shall grow old and wither with.

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

 

Excerpt from

Sonnet XVII: Love

by

Pablo Neruda

(Translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin)