In a kind of mood today, so enjoy some Tagore:
I boasted among men that I had known you. They see your pictures in all works of mine. They come and ask me, 'Who is he?' I know not how to answer them. I say, 'Indeed, I cannot tell.' They blame me and they go away in scorn. And you sit there smiling.
I put my tales of you into lasting songs. The secret gushes out from my heart. They come and ask me, 'Tell me all your meanings.' I know not how to answer them. I say, 'Ah, who knows what they mean!' They smile and go away in utter scorn. And you sit there smiling.
And from the Thirukkural:
Those who surrender themselves at feet of the one, who resides in the flower-like hearts of all, will live long and well.
Take it in whatever spirit you like.