Ask one question.
Just one.
So that I  may let this torrent of falling ice melting from distance shores flood its way over the crumbling stone of my crooked confidence and into the only heart I care to see.
Please see.
See one, let just one conjure of those million particles of light strip away from your natural wonder to peer off at the trembling pup who does not know its soothing warmth and playful glow.
Hear one word.
Just one.
From a voice caught in the net and bramble of the infinite pauses, where letters are nothing but dirt on remnants of high-towering mountains that seem to never recapture the glory of its snow-laden peak.
Kiss once. Just once.
So that in the spiraling downfall of Time where the lines become thick and grooved and taught so hand becomes haze, flesh becomes faint, in that torrent of senseless aching demise where our captures of existence shatter to ash caught by flame and wind, within that...
A blossom. Bloom.
Just one.
For my soul cannot be without the nurture of you.