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....
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....
(From "To Be in Love" -- Gwendolyn Brooks)(Pictured: Cardinalis cardinalis, Wikimedia Commons)
