You probably think
I'm a heartless Scout
I have no feelings
Is what I suspect
Normally comes out
With the hearts of men
Staying tightly sealed
It's very seldom
That they are revealed
But a romantic
I am proud to be
Say it with flowers
With bullets or code
Occasionally
Snippets do slip out
Your personal life
Is always hidden
With access being
Strictly forbidden
Knowledge of how much
I notice and see
Oftentimes will make
People scared of me
But what observation
Is not iteration
Of lives already passed
Of history long been?