I am not yours, never will be
Like sun and moon, it is plain to see
The yawning gulf, the deep blue ocean
It makes me groove in melancholic motion.
I am not lost in you, completely lost
Although I long to be, I dread it most
I would sell my soul, crumple my heart
All over again to cherish the spark.
But I am not yours, you are not mine
I wax and wane, you rise and shine
I could not bloom for you, I could not sigh
In the ecstasy of our minds I couldn't fly high.
(Inspired by Sarah Teasdale's poem of the same title)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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