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.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861 – 1941)