I may be mortal sir, but in your frozen, immortal heart you envy me deeply.
For I am more warm and alive than you can ever aspire to be.
A faint shadow passing perhaps, unworthy of your vast wisdom, but so too are the roses in the bush, the moth to it's flame and the rising sun. Mere, fleeting moments, but encapsulated in their swiftly diminishing grace is true beauty.
Come, tame this mortal creature if you are brave enough!