a perfect paradox of constancy and change always there but never the same
i love.
family buddie baby precious friends
LONDON
i must down to the seas again to the lonely sea and sky and all i ask is a tall ship and star to steer her by
talk to me.
i carry your heart.
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 soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.