ma petit baby penguin

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)

I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear)

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)

[e.e.commings poetry]