a while ago, my brother turned his photography skills to videography for his friend's wedding.
he made a photo/video montage of the bride and grooms courting days and added some music, some animation.
but the underlying theme of the video was this poem by e.e cummings and i melted when i heard it:
i carry your heart with me
i carry it in my heart
i am never without it
anywherei 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
listening to the soft hummings for music in the back ground, and just sitting there i felt so fuzzy. i was really shocked at how sentimental my brother truly is.
to match that up, a certain axed boyfriend wrote me a poem once. it was the first time words made me cry:
let me show you
how you make me soar
high above the moon
the stars shine with the spark of you love
let me show you
how you make me feel
the gentle prick of night
engulfed by the weary morn
the soft craziness in the air
like electricity when you lay
let me show you
how much i love you
i carry your song in my heart
and your laugh in my soul
love you i will, forever be time.
i wish someone would write for me again.
