Flattery

An anonymous friend sent me this message.

How can words convey what the heart feels and possibly articulate the depths of desire and longing? You are more than simple language; you're the personification of bitter mornings under warm blankets, of sunsets burning with cherry and blond, and of a thousand lights touching the expanse of endless void. I hear a calling in the distance, in the deep of the summer night; and my heart turns to listen to the beauty of inspiration, found in you.

And I haven't been sure what to do with it since.