Your Blessed Warmth

I love nothing more than to sit and hear. Am I to learn of or learn from the one I hold dear? Giving all attention to either gives me pleasure. Up and down, in head and heart, these memories I treasure. Please let me just sit and revel in wonder. Don't send me away and tear our bond asunder. Let it be that I may bask in your beauty. Me being blessed by the warmth of your glory. "Fall deep, fall hard," (without worry as I gladly discover) "Into my love" (wherein lies only comfort and cover). The astounding truth I am excited to see further unfold: Blackness is entirely absent; there is no corruption in your heart of gold.