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 swet
I want no world, for beautiful, you are my world,
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 then the soul can hope or the mind can hide
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.
I carry your heart
For Heath, thinking about you on your Birthday and every day.
Poem: by E E Cummings
Happy Easter and Spring to everyone.