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.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
I Am Not Yours
Posted by Eagle at 4:29 PM
Labels: . Love, . Romantic
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1 Comment:
its only you who can love you in this way. Noone else can. All problems with love arise when the expecations are set too high!!
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