Yours, ' I Am Not

I was lost love, without it and it was yours, and you and I thus were one. Why was it lost, this way. Because of the way your certain words sound and as. I am, the long candle, the sun at high noon. Morning has come it has never left, it was gone. It was gone each fleck of foam as one white snow flake, falling then lost far off out at sea. Speaking to you, am I again to you dearly? I am once like you, and again are like mind of how to be beautiful. I am bright, is it, still there you find, however long it that it is then, I am, from there looking back it was gone. From the sun ran this love of you, was so deeply. Giving it away, as I am. Is it not love for the blind? All that is hope giving way, to one person.