I Carry You In My Heart

I stayed in the library until very late last night. I was found by a little bird who goes by the name Gnvr.. who lent me her identity so that I could take out books.

At some point Vncnt and I were chatting. I was reading a Philip Larkin book Gnvr had and was reminded of a poem Mchl sent me a while back. I remember surfing the site and finding a poem that made my heart melt a little bit. I thought: Geez, I really didn't have the words today, when called upon by V to express my love for him. I thought: this poem says it better than I can. In the late hours of the night, I sent it to V with the message : this is what I meant to say today.

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 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)
- ee cummings

(Side note: blgspt won't let the poem be formatted in it's original layout. This is very un-cool. For the real deal, see here)

He responded: hum, nice but I'm not sure about the parenthesis. I said: Dudie! He's all about the punctuation!

It was friendly and funny. I later asked him if all my declarations were annoying him. He said: 'not at all'.

Today was also funny. We talked about his cat who had run away, but came back. And how now after seeing the world, he's 'metrosexual to the core' because all he does is lick himself all the time. Then I told him he should have a blog where he could post all these anecdotes with pictures and drawings. He suggested it would be a blog about him 'talking to the cat and playing chess.' Then he said he didn't have enough time and that 'every minute of spare time I possess I give it to you' 'either in g-chat or in supper'. I said: 'really?' with a big smiley face and he said 'yeah, in fact, from now on, I'll disregard whether you're online or not. Whenever you're not there you'll just act as a Psycho-Analyst.' I said: 'Will I be getting paid handsomely?' he responded: 'dream on.' Then I told him to 'ROLL TROLL!' and he did.