I have ten thousand questions I want to ask you but I don't because it would be uncomfortable to buffet you with my curiousity like gusts of wind off the ocean but in all honesty you are books within books within books and I want to read every page and every word of you because you will never fail to amaze me and I swear I could listen to you talk for weeks and weeks and I'm so full of questions I'm about to burst but I hold my tongue and somewhat satisfy myself by staring into your eyes that are not so much windows to your soul but reflections of all the questions I have for you maybe someday I'll be able to memorize you but for now I am somewhat content to just wonder