I am not a romantic person, in fact if you look at 100% as maximum value to describe the romantic people, I consider myself to be well below 50%. This does not mean that I can not appreciate the beauty of many things, small or big, made by or for love. I want to share with the people of this site this beautiful poem, written by E. E. Cummings, poet, painter, essayist and American playwright. I take advantage of the space of the forums created in this site because in the poems I could not do it (reasons should know those who like me have tried to publish in Poems) This is for me, one of the most beautiful love poems I have ever read. I have particularly dedicated only one time to my mother, an extremely special person, on the day of her birthday. Someday perhaps, I may dedicate it to some gentleman who deserves that honor. For now I share it with everyone, and I wish that one day someone will have the honor of dedicating this poem to all of you. Greetings and good luck. Apologies if I have errors in my writing in English, this is not my native language.
I carry your heart with me (POR 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 soul can hope or mind can hide) And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart:
Nazly: thanks for the welcome. I wish you behave well so that way saint will bring you many gifts, not only materials but spiritual. Greetings and good luck.
You are a very charming young lady.
I will return the favour & wish you Heath & happiness.
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I want to share with the people of this site this beautiful poem, written by E. E. Cummings, poet, painter, essayist and American playwright. I take advantage of the space of the forums created in this site because in the poems I could not do it (reasons should know those who like me have tried to publish in Poems)
This is for me, one of the most beautiful love poems I have ever read. I have particularly dedicated only one time to my mother, an extremely special person, on the day of her birthday. Someday
perhaps, I may dedicate it to some gentleman who deserves that honor. For now I share it with everyone, and I wish that one day someone will have the honor of dedicating this poem to all of you.
Greetings and good luck.
Apologies if I have errors in my writing in English, this is not my native language.
I carry your heart with me (POR 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 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)