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E.E. Cummings poem

For you

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 beatiful
You are my world, my true
Here is the deepest secret no one 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
Is the wonder
That's the keeping stars apart
I carry your heart
I carry it in my heart