My life was dark; ice filled my veins and soul.
I’d never even known the warmth of praise.
My heart was frozen hard; that took its toll
As I had been untouched by Helos’ rays.
But then his path did change; he followed mine.
I felt his touch and then I sensed a thaw.
To me, the world seemed strangely new-defined
By what I smelled and tasted, heard and saw.
His rays caressed my skin, which warmer grew.
The warmth became a fire which burned within
Yet I’d not quench it -- though it burn me through --
For playing with fire could not be a sin.
Though I may burn, vanish without a trace,
Aflame, I float when warmed by his embrace.
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