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.
"I Am Not Yours" by Sara Teasdale
Photos by Dominykas
I used to be the kind of person
who enjoyed the unknown
and longed for a surprise at every corner.
We all change.