love poem

Sara Teasdale

I Am Not Yours

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.