Your days will be full of cares, if you must give me your heart. <br />My house by the cross-roads has its doors open and my mind is <br />absent, -for I sing. <br />I shall never be made to answer for it, if you must give me <br />your heart. If I pledge my word to you in tunes now, and am too <br />much in earnest to keep it when music is silent, you must forgive <br />me; for the law laid down in May is best broken in December. <br />Do not always keep remembering it, if you must give me your <br />heart. When your eyes sing with love, and your voice ripples with <br />laughter, my answers to your questions will be wild, and not <br />miserly accurate in facts, -they are to be believed for ever and <br />then forgotten for good.<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lover-s-gifts-xviii-your-days-2/
