This poem very much captures the author's feelings of unrequited love; of being loved just a very little by someone, who always has bigger and better fish to fry. In a few lines, the poet effortlessly conveys that sense of yearning for something wonderful which, for her (but not, alas, me), still seems to be a possibility.
Sara Teasdale died nearly 80 years ago. Her poems are well worth reading. Without further research, I cannot say for sure whether her experience was the opposite of this poem – but, although she fell in love with a poet, who sent her daily love letters, she actually married a businessman!
I Am Not Yours – 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.
Anyone who enjoyed the poem above may also appreciate this one, by the same author:-
Less than the cloud to the wind,
Less than the foam to the sea,
Less than the rose to the storm
Am I to thee.
More than the star to the night,
More than the rain to the lea,
More than heaven to earth
Art thou to me.