I may have dedicated my month of poetry reading to Emily Bronte, but I can’t resist sharing one poem by my favorite poet, e.e. cummings.  I’ve loved this poem for years, but it gets more and more meaningful and more and more special to me.  The reason: two people, and they know who they are.

i carry your heart
by e.e. cummings
Source: The Poetry Foundation

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,mydear;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 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)