I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.
i want to die while you love me.
I could not bear to see,
The glory of this perfect day,
Grow dim- or cease to be.
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 bear to that still bed
Your kisses, turbulent, unspent,
To warm me when I'm dead.
-Georgia Douglas Johnson
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