Don't Love Me Just Yet....

Published by Family Friend Poems April 2010 with permission of the Author.

Do not love me yet, for I
Am still a teenager,
A scimitar about the heart
Too sharp to touch too soon.
Before I'm touched I need to grow
More full in golden light;
I need to smile upon my life.
And rule some path of the night.
I need to know what roads and fields
Lie in my domain
And dull my brand new ecstasies
With sophomoric pain.
I need the love of some clueless boy
As smart and wicked as me,
That we might grope in ignorance
And fear of what might be.
And then when I'm all grown up
And know what I can hold,
Then, then, perhaps, we could try love
If you're not too old.

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