There's this boy and he wants to love me so soon. I wrote this poem to tell him not to love just yet. I also write friendship poems and other types of poems.
Don't Love Me Just Yet....
© Brittney Marie Eckert Murphy
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.
