“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: Cien sonetos de amor)
As the sun set, it casted the most beautiful embrace of pink and amber across the otherwise clear blue sky. I could hear the waves crashing softly against the rocks and as my feet dug deeper into the sand I could feel its warmth. The air smelt that of the ocean, clean and crisp, the wind mildly caressing her long black curls as she lay herself carefully onto the rocks. He followed closely behind her, lending her his hand when she became hesitant. I watched them carefully, it was like a vision from a movie. Everything was perfect and I just wanted to watch. I felt breathless, I couldn’t even bring myself to press the shutter button. As she lay across the rocks in her wedding dress he lowered his head onto her chest and her hand over his heart. Her hair cascading over her shoulders, their eyes closed as if asleep. I mustered up the courage to begin photographing them realizing this was THE MOMENT. They lay there unguarded, in each others arms as if in a dream, then as i drew closer, she opened her eyes and gazed at me…that one frame for me embodied what Pablo Neruda put so eloquently in 100 Love Sonnets:
“…so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
