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
by Rabindranath Tagore
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.