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i carry your heart with me...

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)
by e.e. cummings
 
i love this poem.  it is maybe the only romantic thing about me.  i first heard it in the movie "In Her Shoes" and was instantly hooked.  that is when poetry still hooked me, something i need to get back to.  i really love words and the ability they have to carry meaning.  
 
my darling husband is a romantic.  he sometimes writes love letters (not as often as he used to mind you).  i've tried to write letters but lose thought after half a page or so.  something i really need to improve on.  i have realised that i don't affirm my husband enough.  i love him desperately and will claw any person who does wrong towards him, but i fail to tell him how wonderful he is on a daily basis.  
 
my husband sang Nat King Cole's "Unforgettable" to me at our wedding reception
i have realised i also fail to tell God all that is on my heart to tell Him.  i know He knows my heart but i also know He desires realtionship.  i'm a little scared.  there have been so many years of dissappointment.  the dissappointment is my own, because i think i keep fighting.  i am fighting for the wrong things.
 
i am loved.
 
it is Valentine's Day in 5 days, not my favourite day of the year (it's my birthday the day after), but i know i need to do something to tell my husband how much i love him.  what are you going to do for Valentine's Day?  if you are alone and trusting for that person i pray that this year you would know the love of God and that God would bring that person for you, not for Valentine's Day, but sometime soon after.  
 
       
 
 

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