Do not love me yet,
for I am still too fragile,
too sharp to touch too soon.
I need to grow
More full in light.

I need to smile upon my earth
And rule some patch of night.
I need the love of some blank man
As cold and dark as me,
That we might grope in ignorance
And fear of what might be.

Then,and only then, perhaps
We could try the magic of love
If you are not too old and bored.