e.e. cummings

Yesterday my sister Bekah reminded me of one of our favorite poems by e.e. cummings.
It's titled: I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart). I don't know why, but we can't read it without crying. In fact, I don't thing that either of us completely understand even what it means, but the second we discovered it, it meant something to us. Here it is in it's entirety:

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
not fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and its 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 the mind can hide)
and this is the wonder thats keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

My favorite part is this: "(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 the mind can hide)"
When that part is read aloud it is like music to the ears... it's such fluid poetry, and so descriptive and pleasing to the senses.