I Am Not Yours
A marvelous poem Sara Teasdale:
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.
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