You melted me through, as lava melts through stone —
All that I used to be — weak and awkward — has long since flown.
So from a beam, from a glance, from a diamond lens,
Fire flared up, a shining column — lambent, bright, immense.
I overflow with molten fire — all ice floes melt away.
Your glance bestows me wings. Higher, higher I soar today.

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Thanks to Leah Borovoi for improving the text.