oh my darling, 

they will call you icarus  

for loving the sun too fiercely

what a tragedy

to yearn for something 

you’ll never be able to touch

without getting burned. 

my poor icarus,

oh how you will burn for love,

yet to only feel it once

my heart breaks for you.

history will remember you,

for being the first to fly 

that close to the sun just to feel 

it’s warmth.

they’ll also remember you for

your fall from grace

into the icy depths of the sea

but you never feared falling,

it was the not knowing 

how it felt to be loved by the sun.

i’m sorry my love,

for history will forget 

your sun kissed heart. 

– like icarus my love we came too close to the sun.