My heart, the bird of the wilderness,
has found its sky in your eyes.

They are the cradle of the morning,
they are the kingdom of the stars.

My songs are lost in their depths.
Let me but soar in that sky,
in its lonely immensity.

Let me but cleave its clouds
and spread wings in its sunshine.

Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes
thus begins the record of our hearts.

Is it true, is it true,
that our love travelled alone through ages and worlds
in search of each other.

This love between you and me is simple as a song.

~ Rabindranath Tagore
From The Gardener