e.e. cummings

I remember that I posted a poem a long time ago, back in the days of Vncnt. It was a poem by e.e. cummings. It's a very lovely poem and I sent it to P once in an email telling him I wish I had written it for him. He responded saying that clearly I carried people in my heart wherever I go. He transcribed part of it in my birthday card this year, I didn't recognize it at first, but some tears were shed when I put two and two together.

All this to say, I wonder if love expresses itself through ourselves similarly in all relationships. I wonder how its possible that I could feel like this poem was an apt expression for what I thought I felt for Vncnt and for what I know I feel for P. I suppose a lovely poem is a lovely poem (is a lovely poem is a lovely poem), and can be applied to many situations. I suppose that's what makes this poem good... it could be about love, or about friendship too.

I wish I took more pictures.