Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned… – William Butler Yeats, “A Prayer for my Daughter”
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. – e.e. cummings