I want to die while you love me
while yet you hold me fair
while laughter lies upon my lips
and light are on my hair
I want to die while you love me
and bear to the steel bed
your kisses turbulent ,unspent
to warm me when I am dead
I want to die while you love me
oh who would care to live
till love has nothing more to ask
and nothing more to give
I want to die while you love me
and never ,never seen
the glory of this Perfect Day
grow din or cease to be.
--by Georgia Douglas Johnson