I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love put out. My senses, leave me deaf and blind, Swept by the tempest of your love, A taper in a rushing wind.

I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale
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