The Lover of my soul, and I don't mean Tim

There is so much of romance to push us to Jesus. The Lover of our soul so frequently uses romantic analogy to draw us into a longing for Him.
In allowing Himself to be compared to a Lover, Jesus announces a certain vulnerability about Himself, that I find worthy of some deeper contemplation.
Vulnerability always frightens me. I see it as a sort of weakness, I think. Jesus is not weak, and He is fearless, so that tells me that my understanding of vulnerability must be dreadfully flawed.
Here is the Creator of the Universe announcing His particular need to be loved. Not just loved, but longed for, and sought after by someone so desperate as myself. Here is this Mighty King, pursuing me.
This God of mine desires to commune with me.
He is Beautiful,
He is Kind,
He is Wealthy,
He is Complete,
He is Powerful.
I can offer Him nothing. Yet, what He wants is me. My Self. My Heart.

I was thinking yesterday, that I would very much like to go and think somewhere quiet for a few days. There is so much going on in my heart and my mind that is worthy of some undivided attention. Why do you suppose that God wants us to work out important issues amidst the everyday distractions of life? It's very over-stimulating. I would vastly prefer a more focused approach. Alas!
God is teaching me so much, though, and that through the process of living. How I want to be a good student!