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)
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)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
…. In case it hasn’t become quite apparent … i take a great affinity to Edward Estlin Cummings …. a man who loves and speaks from his soul. Sometimes the airy, whimsical words can be just as sweetly arousing … beauty.
Whoever this was inspired by was a luck lady indeed ….