I would have swallowed every last word of mine, never to speak again, had it meant that I could hear your voice; your words cradled within my ears. Pursed upon your lips: a kiss so sweet that even the gods would beg for a taste! A sliver of your mind and Tantalus would die knowing that he could not reach for a thought more beautiful than you. Alas I am cursed, for I held you, and your warmth no longer touches my cheek. But a smile you still do put upon my face for I did hold you, and I did show you my heart – And I do believe that I did hold yours for a time as well.