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I Love You
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 tour hand is overmuch. Too much bear. You cannot look at his eyes Because your pules 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. 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.
