A poignant question

A poignant question 
Posed to me by me
By mark of time
Who would love
Such one as I
The notion begged
Ten thousand words
Just to describe
Such question
Then eighty thousand
More to write
Each possible retort
Once most likely
Option I could find
At least another
Twenty thousand
Words crept through
My mind
Not until the warmth
Of one enamoured
By my side
To find stillness
Just to rest
These lips
On mine