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 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)
My thoughts...
This poem is over a century older than me but its words perfectly describe with what I truly feel. The language is so romantic and full of passion that ignite the flames of my love and deepen my longings. A true excellent masterpiece that gives voice to my silent heart. Every lines match the exact words, I want to say in front of the man whom etched in every cells that complete my being.
Love in any form is caused by destiny and Divine intervention. We don't choose the people we are with like our parents, siblings, friends and etc. Love happens for reasons beyond our explanation and words I am capable of scribbling here. If I am given a choice whom to love, will I choose the same man all over again? Somehow, in love's always mysterious ways, there's an unexplained connection between people that bring them together no matter what are the consequences.
This poem is true to me since for the first time in my existence and hard to believe, I fell deeply for someone. His thoughts make my hands moist and the sound of his voice brings me to heavenly joy. Nonetheless, love is not tasty fruits of spring that remain sweet forever. In illusions that I paint in my head, it is perfect similar to the girly story I used to write in my youth. However, out of the pages of my journal, love is unimaginably painful and the burden my chest cannot carry and want to just bin it.
There's always a better side in a bitter story for when you learn to love someone, you love yourself more in the process. I have given my all, not to be scorned and distrust love; yet, to discover the best in me. After all what happened, I am always be a beautiful person stained with the errors of my decisions but ready to move forward for a new chapter in my life.
I am so in love that I learn the true meaning of acceptance and be true with what I feel. Awaken in a dream that my prince charming and my knight in shining armor, don't ride on white stallion free from all the life's excess baggage. The birds are free to fly above my head, somehow there are responsibilities and promises need to keep and fulfill.
In spite of this love's carnival adventures with the horror train and roller coaster ride, in my heart I am always here and not giving up. When you love someone, distance is just a mathematical computation of rate over time. The values don't matter because I carry his heart and it is inside my heart always.
I carry his heart wherever I am... anywhere I go... I never stop. NOT even in the middle of my hopelessness and my choice to thrive for more. The brouhahas don't threaten me at all for I have his heart sealed in mine.
This poem is over a century older than me but its words perfectly describe with what I truly feel. The language is so romantic and full of passion that ignite the flames of my love and deepen my longings. A true excellent masterpiece that gives voice to my silent heart. Every lines match the exact words, I want to say in front of the man whom etched in every cells that complete my being.
Love in any form is caused by destiny and Divine intervention. We don't choose the people we are with like our parents, siblings, friends and etc. Love happens for reasons beyond our explanation and words I am capable of scribbling here. If I am given a choice whom to love, will I choose the same man all over again? Somehow, in love's always mysterious ways, there's an unexplained connection between people that bring them together no matter what are the consequences.
This poem is true to me since for the first time in my existence and hard to believe, I fell deeply for someone. His thoughts make my hands moist and the sound of his voice brings me to heavenly joy. Nonetheless, love is not tasty fruits of spring that remain sweet forever. In illusions that I paint in my head, it is perfect similar to the girly story I used to write in my youth. However, out of the pages of my journal, love is unimaginably painful and the burden my chest cannot carry and want to just bin it.
There's always a better side in a bitter story for when you learn to love someone, you love yourself more in the process. I have given my all, not to be scorned and distrust love; yet, to discover the best in me. After all what happened, I am always be a beautiful person stained with the errors of my decisions but ready to move forward for a new chapter in my life.
I am so in love that I learn the true meaning of acceptance and be true with what I feel. Awaken in a dream that my prince charming and my knight in shining armor, don't ride on white stallion free from all the life's excess baggage. The birds are free to fly above my head, somehow there are responsibilities and promises need to keep and fulfill.
In spite of this love's carnival adventures with the horror train and roller coaster ride, in my heart I am always here and not giving up. When you love someone, distance is just a mathematical computation of rate over time. The values don't matter because I carry his heart and it is inside my heart always.
I carry his heart wherever I am... anywhere I go... I never stop. NOT even in the middle of my hopelessness and my choice to thrive for more. The brouhahas don't threaten me at all for I have his heart sealed in mine.
About the Author
Edward Estlin "E.E." Cummings (October 14, 1894 — September 3, 1962) was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. His body of work encompasses approximately 2,900 poems, two autobiographical novels, four plays and several essays, as well as numerous drawings and paintings. He is remembered as an eminent voice of 20th century poetry .
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org
Edward Estlin "E.E." Cummings (October 14, 1894 — September 3, 1962) was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. His body of work encompasses approximately 2,900 poems, two autobiographical novels, four plays and several essays, as well as numerous drawings and paintings. He is remembered as an eminent voice of 20th century poetry .
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org