She is near to my heart as the meadow-flower to the earth; she is <br />sweet to me as sleep is to tired limbs. My love for her is my life <br />flowing in its fullness, like a river in autumn flood, running with <br />serene abandonment. My songs are one with my love, like the murmur <br />of a stream, that sings with all its waves and current.<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lover-s-gifts-iv-she-is-near-to-my-heart-2/
