Here is the deepest secret nobody knows.<br/>Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud<br/>And the sky of the sky of a tree called life; <br/>Which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide.<br/>And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.<br/>I carry your heart.<br/>I carry it in my heart.
I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.
When I say, I love you, it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You're a hell of a woman.