Tattered Tenuousity (Of Melting Ice to Mineral)

You wait. More patient than I might ever dream. More than my every scheme.

I will my destined course. I am aloft by will of force.

But in inexorable gains. The grip, I clasp strains.

I accept. I will fall to your steady place. In aspiration, my inclinations race.

Dashed and melted, we will become so close. An embrace I know so well.

I would why I have held off so long,

when I know I just am not that strong.