Had we but world enough, and time
He could say this to her. He could recite the whole poem. He could memorize it and deliver it on bended knee with a rose twined in his fingers, his blood dripping on the floor to prove his love to her.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day
He could take her by the hand and lead her down a winding road. He could lean into her ear and whisper the words so that his lips brushed against her burning flesh, so that his breath tickled the softness of her neck. He could press his hand against the small of her back and lead her down the path of least resistance.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
He could let his body be blessed by the powers of her crystal. He could let it weave its spell so that he lived forever, though forever is a long time, he knows. He could even let it change him so that he were forever a man, for he knows she longs for a man's love. Seiya-the-girl could not please her in a thousand years, but Seiya-the-man has a chance. He would give up his true shape for her. He would give up the comfort of death's embrace after a long journey. He would give it all up for her because it is as much as she deserves.
But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near
But they are running out of time.
One day, he will find his true princess, and then he will not be free to make this offer.
One day, she might hear from her wandering prince, and he knows one half-hearted apology will bring the bastard back into her heart.
One day, they might die before he can make the offer.
"Had we but world enough, and time," he whispers, lifting his finger to gently brush against the curlicue of hair by her ear too short and fine to be caught in her odangos.
"Eh?" She tilts her head to the side, eyes pearlescent blue holding that eternal question she simply refuses to ask, and then would not deign to answer. "Did you say something, Seiya?"
He smiles the smile that makes every woman melt, and she cannot hide her blush from him, though she hides so many things from herself. "Nothing, my coy little mistress."
And into ashes all my lust