| | 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.
Sara Teasdale |
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I beleive this is actually a poem used in the Randall Stroope piece "I Am Not Yours." hmmm I will research it. But I will comment back if it is because it is such a beautiful piece. :)
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