He Is the Sun

I had forgotten what good felt like.
I had forgotten what the sun felt like on my skin.
I wasn't looking when I stumbled upon him.
I didn't think this would amount to much,
Much less than amounting to this much so quickly.
I'd rather cut off my arm than to let this go now.
I've come so far from where I was before, and,
to go back now seem so cold.
His gentle warming melts the ice around my heart,
so long ago forgotten about.