I own a library of thoughts in my eyes With your eyes alone. There is no other way to know you, But to compile and compress it deep Within my heart, To flourish inwardly, to perish, And to strive for The academic excellence of greater love And be the scholarly fool Of your divine complexities.
What can I say? I love your Astronomies, Philosophies and Geographies. I love you To the fact, to the fiction and back, To the histories and the mysteries. I can't unstudy your laughter. I am ignorant to your full allure.
Love, I only love you, your pretty eyes, Because they close and reopen, Capture and imagine, They wander and they wonder, And such is the way of life.*