Really, there are too many e.e. cummings favorites, but I offer these as a sampling

To be nobody-but-yourself
in a world which is doing its best,
night and day
to make you everybody else
means to fight the hardest battle
which any human being can fight;
and never stop fighting

e. e. cummings

and . . . . . . .

Your slightest look
easily will unclose me
though I have closed
myself as fingers

You open always petal by petal
Myself as Spring opens
Touching, skillfully, Mysteriously,
her first rose.

e.e. cummings

and . . .. . . .

i carry your heart with me

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 the 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)

ee cummings