I have known, but known is a drop in the ocean of you.
You are vastly more than my younger,
and still young self, could ever comprehend in this life.
Yes, I drank from the foot of your fountain.
Only after the drought, did I learn of my parched lips.
Even if my lap was monstrous as Saturn,
An eternity would not be enough to take all of you in.
I offer that I know nothing of your light,
Apart from that it shines, and I look for it in the nights.
Give me nothing, I am owed nothing.
You again are everything, fiery, breath, tears, and bed.
All I want is nothing more.
Is that too much to ask for?