I Carry Your Heart by E.E. Cummings

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

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 the 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)

As with literature, poetry is beautiful in that it speaks to everyone in its own way. Some may read this and think it is written about a lover. Others may read this and think of the love and affection between sisters, brothers or friends.

For me, the love for the literary piece is not of the depth of emotion the author is revealing. To me, it is more of the singular line "i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart). If you have realised, it is sometimes impossible to guard even our own heart with the maximum of care, what more to guard the heart of a loved-one within your own. Hmmm I cannot empathise more, than now.