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 the tree called live;
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 with me; I carry it in my heart

e.e. cummings