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

Comments (3)

I love this poem. It speaks of freedom of the soul!
This had such an easy feel about it, the reading of it flowed beautifully and you covered many images and situations in it. I enjoyed reading this. HG: -) xx
Hi Frank, Another beautiful poem. This is excellent, I truly loved this poem. You very talented writer. Take care.