Happy Birthday, Bong-Shell!

It's tough to describe what you mean to me...
Just couldn't gather the right words,
So I thought I'd let E E Cummings do the honours...
He has brilliantly captured the essence that I wanted to express:

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

I carry your heart
I carry it in my heart