Well loved

This is probably one of my favourite poems by E.E Cummings. Gone are the days when people were so vocal. Now this would be termed goosebump inducing , or too outspoken. I've learnt from having lost loved ones that love has to be expressed . It's not a secret to be kept only to be poured out when all is lost. But c'est la vie. *sigh* With accredited online colleges you can learn to write poetry like this with a creative writing class. 

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 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