I Smile for Thee
I smile for Thee, but where art Thou?
I weep for Thee, but where art Thou?
All contraries of my sorry life
To Thee I offer; to Thee I bow.
Wilt Thou remain beyond my reach?
Even beyond the reach of my love?
No, never art Thou very far.
I am Thy Heart, I am Thy Dove.
Excerpt from My First Friendship With The Muse by Sri Chinmoy.
