Reflecting its Innermost Secret....
If it were merely a pain it would
melt in limpid tears, reflecting its
inmost secret without a word.
But it is love, my beloved.
Its pleasure and pain are boundless,
and endless its wants and wealth.
It is as near to you as your life, but
you can never wholly know it.
Rabindranath Tagore, Nobel Laureate Indian Poet (1861-1941)