You came as an unexpected warmth, even at a distance.
I saw my heart as stone, not ice.
There could be no threat in warming myself at your hearth.
But it was not a candle that drew me,
It was not a fire or furnace.
I was drawn into the orbit of the sun.
And if my heart were ice it had no chance of even brief survival.
And if my heart were stone, it only delayed the moment.
It is a risk to travel near the sun, my Icarus heart.
It is a risk.