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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