You are about to get married. No doubt, you have many things on your mind, and expressing endearing words about your soulmate may be hard. Whether for your invitation, wedding programs, or special vows, you might need some inspiration!

Often, a great quote about true love, few lines of dialogue, love poem, or song lyrics can help you express yourself more eloquently. To inspire your next love sonnet about your soulmate we present a collection of love poems from Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali poet, novelist, educator, Nobel Laureate for Literature, and one of the greatest writers in modern Indian literature.

The works of Rabindranath Tagore, captured the breadth and depth of  patriotism, devotion, celebration, and the different phases and faces of love – especially his poems.

In his blog, Jayant Menon describes Tagore’s love poems as follows:

Tagore’s poetry achieved a transcendence, an almost ethereal quality without ever being verbose or overly earnest. His verse would meander, but never wander. It is timeless, but it’s permanence comes from the spirituality that his words embodied, and not as a direct consequence of being associated with a name that introduced to the west much that is great about India (and vice versa).

Here are some of my favorite and best love poems by Tagore. For more poems and quotes from the legendary Tagore, please visit www.deshvidesh.com/Love poems by Tagore.

Passing Breeze

YES, I know, this is nothing but thy love,

O beloved of my heart-this golden light

that dances upon the leaves,

these idle clouds sailing across the sky,

this passing breeze leaving its coolness

upon my forehead.

The morning light has flooded my eyes-

this is thy message to my heart.

Thy face is bent from above,

thy eyes look down on my eyes,

and my heart has touched thy feet.

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,

It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,

Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.

You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.

At the heart of time, love of one for another.

We have played along side millions of lovers,

Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,

the distressful tears of farewell,

Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you

The love of all man’s days both past and forever:

Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.

The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –

And the songs of every poet past and forever.”

The Kiss

Lips’ language to lips’ ears.

Two drinking each other’s heart, it seems.

Two roving loves who have left home,

pilgrims to the confluence of lips.

Two waves rise by the law of love

to break and die on two sets of lips.

Two wild desires craving each other

meet at last at the body’s limits.

Love’s writing a song in dainty letters,

layers of kiss-calligraphy on lips.

Plucking flowers from two sets of lips

perhaps to thread them into a chain later.

This sweet union of lips

is the red marriage-bed of a pair of smiles.

She Is Near to My Heart

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 murmur

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