Writer's Block

I haven't been able to write for a while now. I blame the current lack of inspiration in my life. Lack of excitement and novelty.
Looking through poetry for some inspiration, I rediscovered one of the works of art that attracted me to poetry amidst the pools of rubbish my literature teacher in college laid out before us. 
I melt into a puddle every time i read it.. 


I Carry Your Heart With Me
- E. E. Cummings


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  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

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)