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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Poems on Love

Love adorns itself;
it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.
 
Love does not claim possession,
but gives freedom.
 
Love is an endless mystery,
for it has nothing else to explain it.
 
Love’s gift cannot be given,
it waits to be accepted.

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