I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you stillA spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love—put
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
