Don't love me yet

Try not to adore me yet, for I

Am as yet a slim moon,

A scimitar about the heart

Too sharp to even think about touching too early.

Before I'm contacted I have to develop

All the more full in brilliant light;

I have to favor my earth

What's more, rule some fix of night.

I have to realize what streets and fields

Lie in my area

Furthermore, dull my fresh out of the plastic new joys

With foolish agony.

I need the adoration for some clear kid

As cold and dim as me,

That we may grab in obliviousness

What's more, the dread of what may be.

And afterward when I'm a silver bowl

What's more, realize what I can hold,

At that point, at that point, maybe, we could attempt love

On the off chance that you are not too old.