Dikt; To Be In Love av Gwendolyn Brooks

To be in love
 Is to touch with a lighter hand.
 In yourself you stretch, you are well.
 You look at things
 Through his eyes.
 A cardinal is red.
 A sky is blue.
 Suddenly you know he knows too.
 He is not there but
 You know you are tasting together
 The winter, or a light spring weather.
 His hand to take your hand is overmuch.
 Too much to bear.
 You cannot look in his eyes
 Because your pulse must not say
 What must not be said.
 When he
 Shuts a door-
 Is not there_
 Your arms are water.
 And you are free
 With a ghastly freedom.
 You are the beautiful half
 Of a golden hurt.
 You remember and covet his mouth
 To touch, to whisper on.
 Oh when to declare
 Is certain Death!
 Oh when to apprize
 Is to mesmerize,
 To see fall down, the Column of Gold,
 Into the commonest ash.