Pablo Neruda was the first poet I read in Spanish. An ex of mine and I read him together – and the poem I loved more than any other was Sonnet XVII. You can find the English translation here. The lines I loved where these:

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,   
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,   
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,   
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

Sonnet XVII found on Poetry Foundation

And so today I submit to you a TED-ED talk about Pablo Neruda.