Flirting with you more blatantly would mean admitting something to... someone. Myself? And I don't want to admit something if I don't even know what I'm admitting. I just don't have enough experience to know what I'm doing. And I wish I did because I'm not leading you on. Just know I mean it [though you probably don't realize I'm talking to you]. But even having met you is enough, and each of the years is enough over again.

To me you are not girl or boy
not finished or begun
you resemble not the moon of troy
nor egypt's golden sun
you both complete and reinvent
you're quiet and noise in one
not average nor heaven-sent
you contain both all and none
and so i thank you not for what has been
but whisper you my hopes upon the wind