I carry your heart,
I carry it in mine.
With me I carry your worries...and the longing in your eyes.
I carry your smile.
Sometimes your lack there of.
With me I carry your bad days,
Because yours are mine.
I carry the way you look at me,
And see me for who I am.
With me I carry our future,
And all that is yet to come.
I even carry the smell of your t-shirts,
And the way you kiss me.
I carry the way you make me laugh,
And the way I always know what's on your mind.
With me I carry our late night talks,
And the way you don't let me go.
I carry how your hand fits perfect in mine.
And the way you walk...
With me I carry your touch,
You know? The one..
It is something unforgettable.
And never fails to take my breath away.
With me I carry your passions,
And especially your love.
And at the end of the day,
I want nothing more than to be with you.
Because I carry your heart,
I carry it in mine.

I write because I am in love.
That's how it all began,
With a simple hello
And the painful thought of good bye.
My love for him is magical,
Perpetually existent.
For just as I carry his heart,
I carry my words,
And thoughts...
I carry this,
Because poetry carries me...