I want to share my heart; will you tell me your dreams? Can I hear your deepest fears and your strongest wishes? Will you tell me very honestly what you think of me, of our government, of nature, of life, of the taste of coffee? Will you recite to me the poetry of your heart? Will you tell me all of the silly things you think about during the day, and tell me who has been getting on your nerves lately? Will you weave me into your life little by little, until I can no longer tell that I wasn’t originally a part of it?