The diamonds from my heart have slowly morphed into ice cubes, but they can still shine just as bright if someone can see it from the right lighting. And maybe, just maybe, if you can achieve the right level of heat from your touch, the ice might just melt a smidge so as to let you touch the beauty underneath. But heed such warnings, just as quickly as you may melt the ice, one wrong slip in temperature from your hand can cause the ice to reform… Closing in and encompassing your hand. You shouldn’t toy with such things ya know. Hearts may seem fragile, but dear.. Death by frostbite doesn’t sound so pleasant, does it?