But how many people can say they have something - someone - to live for, truly live for?

It's a lot harder to live for someone than to die
for a person, I can tell you that. Dying for someone or
for a cause requires only one moment of bravery, and then
you don't have to worry about anything ever again.

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 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

"Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so."