One of the reasons that I love poetry so much is because when you are going through something then it does not matter how old or how subliminal the message in a poem could be, you will still relate 100% to what it is saying.
This poem speaks to me, and for me…in many ways.
I Am Not Yours
|by Sara Teasdale|
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.
One day, I hope to speak to you, and for you- when you can’t find the words.