I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't 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 it is your eyes that close.
from Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
this verse was read by Patch Adams to Carin at her funeral, after she was shockingly murdered by a psychologically disturbed patient in the movie. as he knelt before her coffin, took out the crumbled piece of paper from his pocket, and recited the last two stanzas of the love sonnet in his shaky, guilt-stricken voice, the scene was so, so heart-breaking.