Lover's Gifts IV: She Is Near to My Heart - Tagore

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 murmurof a stream,
that sings with all its waves and current.

if you noticed, i had posted the same poems previously. but i re-paste the poem because i want to dedicate this poem to my good friend.someone who is special out there.

i knew 'she' will not read this blog because 'she' even dont know the existence of this blog. let this be my secret which i need to keep it deeply and truly in my heart. in the deepest of my heart and only for my heart.