Happy Valentine’s Day – Why Your “Plus One” is Always With You: A Lesson from E.E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me

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 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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Ever feel like you’re running a million miles an hour, yet somehow feel a bit disconnected from the people who actually matter?

In our hyper-digital, “always-on” world, it’s easy to think of love as something we “do” on a date night or “post” on an anniversary. But E.E. Cummings’ iconic poem, i carry your heart with me, reminds us of a much deeper truth: love isn’t a destination; it’s an internal companion.

When Cummings writes, “anywhere i go you go, my dear,” he’s describing a profound psychological anchor. In contemporary society, we are often pulled in a dozen directions by work, tech, and social obligations. Carrying someone’s heart isn’t about physical proximity; it’s about that quiet, internal strength that keeps us grounded. It’s the “root of the root” that allows us to stand tall even when the “tree of life” gets a bit shaky.

This Valentine’s Day, let’s look past the chocolates and consider the “secret nobody knows.” When we carry the essence of our loved ones—their kindness, their belief in us, their laugh—within our own hearts, we aren’t just surviving the daily grind; we are thriving because of that connection.

3 Ways to Carry the Heart Today

  • The “Micro-Moment” Text: Send a quick note to someone you value, not because it’s a holiday, but simply to say, “I’m thinking of you while I work.”
  • Active Presence: The next time you’re with a loved one, put the phone in another room. Give them the “sky of the sky” of your undivided attention.
  • Internal Check-in: When faced with a stressor today, take a breath and channel the support of someone who loves you. Let their “sun” sing through your actions.

“Love is the whole history of a woman’s life; it is an episode in a man’s.” — Madame de Staël (or, as Cummings would argue, love is the very wonder that keeps the stars apart for us all).

Writer’s Prompt: The Crimson Trap: A Noir Flash Fiction Prompt for Valentine’s Day

A mysterious rose, a box of chocolates, and a lunch date with a ghost—would you risk it all for a taste of the unknown?

Writer’s Prompt

The neon sign outside flickered, casting a rhythmic, bruised purple glow across the frosted glass of my office door. It was February 14th—a day for rubes and romantics, neither of which I’d been in a long time.

The messenger looked like he’d crawled out of a storm drain, but the delivery was pure class. A single red rose, its petals so dark they were almost black, and a gold-foiled box of handmade chocolates that probably cost more than my weekly retainer. I flicked the card open with a letter opener that felt too heavy in my hand.

“See you at the French Bakery for lunch.”

No signature. No perfume. Just cold, elegant ink on cream cardstock.

My stomach did a slow roll. I wasn’t “involved.” My last flame had gone out in a hail of gunfire and bad debts three years ago. Since then, the only thing I’d shared a bed with was a Smith & Wesson and a bottle of cheap rye.

I looked at the rose. It wasn’t just a flower; it was a beckoning finger from a ghost. I knew every regular in this city, and none of them gave gifts without a hook hidden inside. Was this a peace offering from the Syndicate, or a lure from a dead man’s brother?

The French Bakery sat on the corner of 4th—wide windows, easy for a sniper, but even easier for a vanishing act. I reached into my desk drawer, my fingers brushing the cold steel of my snub-nose. My heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs—half-starved for the attention, half-paralyzed by the threat. I grabbed my trench coat.

I had to know if I was walking toward a kiss or a casket.


How would you finish this story?

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Thinking Out Loud: Celebrate Love

There are countries, there are rivers, In your eyes, My country is your eyes, I walk through them, They light the world Through which I walk, Lovely one. ~ Pablo Neruda

NOTE: Valentine’s Day, a celebration of love. Every day could be a celebration of love if we want it to be. All one has to do is learn the language of the heart. The hearts sees, hears, and speaks from a place that burns with an all consuming eternal love. Nothing can escape its grasp.

Today’s Inspiring Quote: Love and Love Always

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.

Helen Keller

Today’s Positive Thought ~ Love, Love, Love Some more

 

 

“There are never enough I Love You’s (Lenny Bruce).”

Make Everyday VALENTINE’S DAY.  Spread the love.

Today’s Photo ~ Love is All

 

LOVE IS ALL!

 

 

 

 

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Today’s Poem ~ 100 Love Sonnets: XVII

100 Love Sonnets: XVII

Pablo Neruda

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,   
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:   
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,   
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries   
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,   
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose   
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,   
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,   
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,   
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

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