Do not go, my love, without asking <br />my leave. <br />I have watched all night, and now <br />my eyes are heavy with sleep. <br />I fear lest I lose you when I'm <br />sleeping. <br />Do not go, my love, without asking <br />my leave. <br />I start up and stretch my hands to <br />touch you. I ask myself, "Is it a <br />dream?" <br />Could I but entangle your feet with <br />my heart and hold them fast to my <br />breast! <br />Do not go, my love, without asking <br />my leave.<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gardener-xxxiv-do-not-go-my-love-2/
