Lover’s Gifts IV: She Is Near to My Heart
She is near to my heart as the meadow-flower to the earth;
she is sweet to me as sleep is to tired limbs.
My love for her is my life flowing in its fullness,
like a river in autumn flood, running with serene abandonment.
My songs are one with my love, like the murmur
of a stream, that sings with all its waves and current.
by Rabindranath Tagore