The Locket

Shortly after Mia died, I got this locket.
I had almost forgot about it until a few days ago, misplaced it under stacks of mail.
So this morning, I gently opened the locket.
Inside, I placed a few of Mia's ashes, and a little note, her name in neat little letters.
A M E L I A  M A E
Somehow that little locket reminds me of poetry. I like the poetry meaning behind it.

I carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
I am never without you (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 is keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)