DO NOT LOVE ME MY LOVE

Do not profess your love to me just yet,

For I am like a slender crescent moon,

A scimitar, sharp and delicate,

That you should approach with care, not soon.

Before your love fully lights my darkened sky,

I need to grow, to bask in golden rays,

To cast my smile upon this world so high,

To understand my path, in myriad ways.

I must explore the roads and fields unknown,

And face the pains that life may swiftly bring,

To know myself and the seeds I've sown,

Before I dare to let my heart take wing.

And then, when I'm a silver, shining bowl,

Embracing all the light that I can hold,

Perhaps, just perhaps, we can fill the role,

Of lovers, in a story yet untold.

If you're not too impatient, nor too old,

We'll share our love, as stories often do,

With wisdom earned, and hearts that have grown bold,

Together, I'll find love when I find you.