If only I could say, 'For now, that your heart is free, let me keep it. Leave it in my care, I beseech you. At least, only for now, before you abscond. For I know not of your evanescent tendencies. Then should it decide to leave, to rest in another's embrace, go. Go. For I am broken and have neither strength nor courage to defend my desire for you. But my heart, wholly yours. And the pieces of it, clung onto your clothes; will fall one by one, upon the path you should walk. Then me, my soul, though in death, will follow the trail and dwell in your presence and scent for as long as you exist.'

So have I missed my chance