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.
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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;
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart ... I carry it in my heart. ee cummings |
Hope is the thing with feathers; that perches in the soul, and sings the tune--without the words, and never stops at all, and sweetest in the gale is heard; and sore must be the storm, that could abash the little bird, that kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land, and on the strangest sea; yet never in extremity, it asked a crumb of me. ~~Emily Dickinson~~
Saturday, January 28, 2012
I carry your heart with me
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