I loved an Icarus
And he loved the sun.
Both of us with a deprecate love that was never meant to be.

We should have never crossed paths:
The daughter of the sea;
And the son of the breeze.

But here he is,
Standing on the edge of my beach
And no matter how many times I've re-read the fable...
In vain,
I'm still begging him to fly closer to me.