This is our last dance. This is ourselves.

Monday, 14 February 2011

Blind Before I Met You.

Not feeling the whole Valentine's Day vibe. There is a part of me that wants to discuss the failings of romance in our everyday lives which leads to grand expectations on a commercially orientated day to make up it... Another time perhaps.

Instead, I share with you two of my favourite things in the whole wide world. My favourite music video and my favourite poem.

followed by...

i carry your heart with me by E.E.Cummings

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)

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