Sonnet for my lit. class

The sun and love: is there a difference?
Each brings a warmth to my cheek, brushing it
With red, renewing my lost confidence,
Restoring fresh-faced youthfulness: sunkissed.

Devoid of either, days are cloudy and grey,
And sometimes streaked with the dripping of drops.
Yet with intense amounts of love or day,
I feel smothered; the enjoyment stops.

I never can tell when I've come too near;
A second Icarus--too high he flies.
I long to grasp and keep both, but still fear
Of tiring of them, losing those highs.

Naive to the ways of both: nothing learned--
My skin is fair, and easily burned.