Many people say that romanticism is dead. It is an old thing... From the past century...
I do not mind waht these people say. On the contrary, I believe that every woman would die of love if they recieve a love poem....
Just like this...
I carry your heart with me
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 budand 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)