I would trade every pound of silver and gold,
if it meant I could relish in you,
even just an ounce of your love,
for I have no greater jewel than your touch.

I would give up every muse in my art,
if it meant I could paint one last memory,
every word frothing at my mouth,
for I have no ink left in this quill.

I would barter every bone in my body,
if it meant I could kneel at your door,
unable to keep myself up,
for I am a shell emptied of all foundation.

I would walk away from the Garden of Eden,
just to spend my mornings under your gaze,
daring to bite the apple from the tree,
for there is no greater loss,
than never having taken the risk at all.