E. E. Cummings

[njosnavelinvon]

"it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch
  another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
    his heart, as mine in time not far away;
   if on another's face your sweet hair lay
     in such a silence as i know, or such
   great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
   stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should be, i say if this should be-
    you of my heart, send me a little word;
   that i may go unto him, and take his hands,
     saying,Accept all happiness from me.
  Then shall i turn my face, and hear one bird
     sing terribly afar in the lost lands."

Today was another one of those days.