Cento- Poems from E.E. Cummings:
You and the gentle,
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses,
like a shocking wire, when she smiles,
my fragile certain song.

You open always by petal myself as Spring opens.
Though, I have closed myself as fingers.
My life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
may my heart always be open to little.

Don't cry
the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelid's flutter which says.
Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals.
For life's not a paragraph.
Have roses darling, it's all I ask of you
Pencil your eyes dear and have a good time.
And love yourself so more than truly.