Do Not Love Me Yet
|Do not love me yet, for I|
Am still a slender moon,
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 earth
And rule some patch of 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 blank boy
As cold and dark as me,
That we might grope in ignorance
And fear of what might be.
And then when I'm a silver bowl
And know what I can hold,
Then, then, perhaps, we could try love
If you are not too old.
|Name: Amanda C.||2004-09-27|
|i thought that was pretty cool, but weird!!|
|it is cute but it is strange|
|i didnt understand it|
|it is cool but i dont understand it|
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