I am not yours, not lost in you,Not lost, although I long to beLost as a candle lit at noon,Lost as a snowflake in the sea.You love me, and I find you stillA spirit beautiful and bright,Yet I am I, who long to beLost as a light is lost in light.Oh plunge me deep in love用ut outMy senses, leave me deaf and blind,Swept by the tempest of your love,A taper in a rushing wind.-SARA TEASDALE
