The Young Philosopher

I kiss your noble forehead now where precious thoughts hide near your brow, they're neither sold nor are they bought though some are very finely wrought. It must be said that on the whole no daylight shines into my soul. If you are fond of some prestige you'll know the term Noblesse oblige which has to do with Herr Nobel his forehead had attached a bell, so, I suggest I do the same the bell will feature my full name and you, when time is on your side could peek in first and then decide to enter and then stay awhile and being a true xenophile this would indeed be up your alley which, in the end will make all tally. Feel free and check for any thought that could perhaps be sold or bought and don't forget all this is free for those who look inside of me.