Picture if you will…

A heart, your heart.  It is completely black, pure evil.  It is from hell, it is demonic.  It doesn’t deserve the light of happiness and purity, it’s so horrid.  It scares everyone away.

Your heart is a smouldering coal, still slightly burning, yet not aflame.  Embers float off to die in the air above, and the ashes surrounding release plumes of smoke.  That coal is hot, you know it, so you don’t dare go near it.  In fact, no one does because it’s hot.  It’s probably going to burn you.  That’s probably going to hurt.  A lot.

But I go near this coal, anyway.

I go near your heart because

It keeps me warm.

In a sense, this means I love you.

You should know that.