It may not always be so; and I say

On my way back in ERL from Putrajaya last month, something caught my eyes..It were poems written by E.E Cummings, a US Citizen, long-long time ago..And this is one of his poems..

It may not always be so; and I say

It may not always be so; and I say
that if your lips, which I haved loved, should touch
anothers, 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 over much
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 words;
that I may go unto him, and take his hands
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then I turn my face, and hear the bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.

P/s: This poem actually reminds me of someone..Sorry...