I carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) ― E. E. Cummings

It feels as though perpetual fire burns —
creeps upon as blush while thought of you returns
I sigh as ripples of water expand across the lake
and wonder if you care whether I sleep or wake
Autumn arrayed in crimson red, bear folds of fading green
reminds me oh that life is but an empty dream  —
I carry you inside regardless of where I go
as courage among unpetaled crocus grows
I utter in serene and solemn hour
I love you (more) for what you are

 

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For my prompt ‘We tend to smile in the exact same language’ tomorrow
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