I Carry Your Heart

I Carry Your Heart, by 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 done by you, 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 soul can hope or

mind can hide;

this is the wonder

that's keeping the stars apart;

I carry your heart.

I carry it in my heart."

Cummings' famous poem, as you can imagine, after reading those lines.  Only someone who has felt true, pure love, can read the blood in those lines.  It is what keeps the heart beating, those things described.

"I want no world, for beautiful, you are my world, my true."

In my own personal experience, I have known this love.  Though I have been blessed abundantly, it does not matter to me.  If I were alone, I suppose I could value it more.  There are hardly words to describe the rarest of quiet moments, where you are tangled up in each other, silent, and feel the unnamed emotions of being "welded" to that person.  In those moments, the world could pass away without a care, you need nothing, you want nothing, except that you yearn to hold that moment for eternity.  But as all things do, that time slips away, thus making it precious.

I can be cliche, but that is only because the English Language is too cold.  I can't ever express to you the carelessness of life when you have all you could ever desire right there.

"This is the wonder that is keeping the stars apart;

I carry your heart.

I carry it in my heart."

Need more be said than that?  Love is humanity's greatest treasure.

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