Marian Cooper

“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, 100 Love Sonnets

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“Whiskers of the cat,
Webbed toes on my swimming dog;
God is in the details.”
― Dean Koontz, The Book of Counted Sorrows

“The whisper of the dusk
is night shedding its husk.”
― Dean Koontz, The Book of Counted Sorrows