Or, we must be willing to share our hearts in order to get them to open.

I love the "fireplace" image. When I was single and there didn't look like any chance in hell of my ever having a mate I use to fantasize about a "room" in winter with a fire, two wing chairs in front of it, me reading in one chair and mate in the other, sharing interesting parts of our books, a couple of beautiful Irish Setters (before I learned how "dumb"/spacey they are :-) and a cat laying on the hearth rug, etc.