Who is SHE?

I boasted among the men that I had known you

They see your picture in all works of mine

They come and ask me “Who is she?”

I know not how to answer them

I say “Indeed, I cannot tell”

They blame me and go away in scorn

And you sit there smiling.

I put my tales of you into everlasting poetry.

The secret gushes out from heart.

They come and ask me “Tell me all your meanings?”

I know not how to answer them

I say “Who knows, what all they mean!”

They smile and go away in utter scorn

And you sit there smiling.

PS:This poem of Tagore from Gitanjali sums up my feelings every time i am asked "who is she?". Seriously i don't know :). Edited a bit and it has changed the complete context.Such is Masterpiece Gitanjali .