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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