may I plainly state
how warm my days
feel living in your world
your atmosphere
I do revere
leaves me indeed unfurled
unlocks things deep
in dreams I keep
things hidden in my realm
it grows
what I have yet to know
it vastly overwhelms
I long to see
what blooms in me
it's delicious to observe
you manifest
such lusciousness
that I do not deserve
your aura leaves me
purely weak
your presence sweetly drains
how you captivate
in simple ways
I cannot ascertain
guess I could dress
what I confess
in exciting turns of phrase
they won't address
or close express
what I need to convey
blah, blah, blah
you wondrous thing
you do amaze me so
blah, blah, blah
must hold you
and not ever let you go
how warm my days
feel living in your world
your atmosphere
I do revere
leaves me indeed unfurled
unlocks things deep
in dreams I keep
things hidden in my realm
it grows
what I have yet to know
it vastly overwhelms
I long to see
what blooms in me
it's delicious to observe
you manifest
such lusciousness
that I do not deserve
your aura leaves me
purely weak
your presence sweetly drains
how you captivate
in simple ways
I cannot ascertain
guess I could dress
what I confess
in exciting turns of phrase
they won't address
or close express
what I need to convey
blah, blah, blah
you wondrous thing
you do amaze me so
blah, blah, blah
must hold you
and not ever let you go
Visually while reading this I pictured someone holding a bit of cloth and twisting the ends in opposite directions until it couldn't get any tighter, any more twisted up. That's what my insides do when I put myself in the emotional shoes of your recent work my dear, especially this one. In the words of Michael "Don't stop till you get enough". So please, please don't stop cause I certainly haven't gotten enough. 
