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 see.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love,
Put out my senses, leave me deaf
And blind, swept by tempest of your love,
A taper in rushing wind.
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