e. e. Cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go, you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me, is your doing, my darling)

i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful, you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the sole can hope or the mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that is keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)





...this poem is the reason i stole the book of poetry from the library and turn to page 35 (where this is written) whenever i can. I love the goosebumps it gives me, because i don't think its just about love between two people, i think its about the love that is everywhere, between all the lovers in the world.