I Do Not Know You Well, But What I Know

I do not know you well, but what I knowEnchants me, like a song sung far away.I cannot hear the words, but what they sayHangs softly on the hills where I must go.
I see you furtively and note your eyes,Hazel and dreamy, your spirit half elsewhere;I note the sheen of your dark, lustrous hairAnd wish I knew your thoughts and shared your cries.
This love brings me sweet pain, but I want more,Driven by a dream I can't control.I want the truth of you, untamed and whole;In frantic hope I haunt your open door.

A Teenage Girl's First Crush

A teenage girl's first crush is . . . well, crushing.Her body isn't hers, nor is her mind.She finds herself shivering, shaking, blushing,Weak, tormented, sick, and going blind.And why? Because some guy might look her way,Then cast his eyes as quickly to the ground;Some special one, for reasons she can't say,Whose voice makes her feel faint when he's around.But now my crush on you has been returned,And so the two of us stand on some brink:It can't be love so young, and yet we've learnedLove does its will, no matter what we think.Slowly, slowly now--we mustn't rush:Let's enjoy this first sweet teenage crush.

Do Not Love Me Yet

Do not love me yet, for IAm still a slender moon,A scimitar about the heartToo sharp to touch too soon.
Before I'm touched I need to growMore full in golden light;I need to smile upon my earthAnd rule some patch of night.
I need to know what roads and fieldsLie in my domainAnd dull my brand new ecstasiesWith sophomoric pain.
I need the love of some blank boyAs cold and dark as me,That we might grope in ignoranceAnd fear of what might be.
And then when I'm a silver bowlAnd know what I can hold,Then, then, perhaps, we could try loveIf you are not too old.