i carry your heart

At times, the complete and wholly consuming love that I feel for Eliot overwhelms me and I can hardly find the space in my being to house it and I feel as though I will burst into a million pieces of earth from the strain of it all. This poem, which I re-read today for the first time in a long time, embodies that feeling for me...

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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)

e.e. cummings