Love Poem Analysis

I  chose the poem "somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond" by E. E. Cummings.  The speaker in this views his beloved like a flower, and repeatedly talks of the two of them opening and closing.  For him, her presence makes his thoughts muddled like the words on the page, it can cause him to do what she wants (open or close).  His love is one that hangs onto the small things, it is very irrational (only something in me).  I would say this is pretty similar to the way I feel about love and many people do: you just enjoy the presence of someone or something and it causes you to do weird things.