Heart with me...

They say writers were born out of a need for expression. Maybe that's how humans learned the deeper aspects of their own emotions, simple and complicated. Somehow over time, I have learnt how to emote, how to express and what to feel. What I did not see coming, is how I would deal with it once I have passed these phases. While in search for the many unaddressed questions I had, few beautiful words breezed past me. Lately, I havnt been able to give much time to writing, and these words make me believe, for words that come froom the heart are words so true.

It's a poem by 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
 
I carry your heart
I carry it in my heart