I carry your heart with me(I carry it Indy heart)I am never without it(anywhere go you go, my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)

— E.E. Cummings

I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart)

— E.E. Cummings

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere 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 carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

— E.E. Cummings

I don't know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all the roses. Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

— E.E. Cummings

I don't like the memories because the tears come easily, and once again I break my promise to myself for this day. It's a constant battle. A war between remembering and forgetting.

— E.E. Cummings

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

— E.E. Cummings

I fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet.

— E.E. Cummings

If everything happens that can't be done (and anything's righter than books could plan)the stupidest teacher will almost guess (with a runskiparound we go yes)there's nothing as something as one one hasn't a why or because or although (and buds know better than booksdon't grow)one's anything old being everything new (with a whatwhicharound we come who)one's every anything solo world is a leaf, so tree is a bough (and birds sing sweeter than bookstall how)so here is away and so your is a (with a downuparound again fly)forever was never till now now I love you, and you love me (and books are shutter than book scan be)and deep in the high that does nothing but fall (with a shouteacharound we go all)there's somebody calling who's were're anything brighter than even the sun (we're everything greater than books might mean)we're ever anything more than believe (with a spinleapalive we're alive)we're wonderful one times one

— E.E. Cummings

I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.I like your body. I like what it does, i like its how's. I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling-firm-smoothness and which i will again and again and again kiss, I like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly I like the thrill of under me, you so quite new.

— E.E. Cummings

I thank You, God, for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of tree sand a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes(i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birthday of life and of love and wings: and of the gay great happening illimitable earth)how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any---lifted from the new all nothing---human merely being doubt unimaginably You?(now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

— E.E. Cummings