if this may be the hope you need
that most our hearts are softly made
into their shapes - this is to say
that if once more they feel the heat
of other hearts draw near to them
they reset in their selves again
if so reshaped then spread out wings
those before frozen feathered shapes
which she about her heart had draped
as if to ward against the spring
now beat and in the air will rise
and closer ever always fly
since close is where hearts long to be
un-careful be though yours begins
to run between your fingers singed
until but ash remains where we
and you once flew and but one heart
is left where two before took part
before hearts knit they must relearn
to fly and then if need be burn
