So long wayfarer, leave, if you must
But leave behind this heart of mine
Before you go
The heart you stole
With your smile
And your humble mien 
Even before I knew,
Of the thorns,
That grow
On your tongue;
And the wantoness
Of the soil 
On which the seed of your wild ways
Were sown.
What belongs out,
I know,
Cannot be held in
For long.
Leave, if you must,
But first give back
The treasure
Which is trapped 
Within your look
Set free
This heart of mine
Before I let go,
Of your flesh.