Open up the floodgates, let me feel this outpour you speak of. This overflow that connects the chasm between Your heart and mine. Let Psalm 27:4 ring from my heart and be seen in my actions. I cannot lose you, I cannot stray. Let me be plunged into the depths of Your well.
Let my love for you not be rain on a window, surely to evaporate by daylight. But let it be a river that runs constant, freely. Because if I am not running, as a stream does through all seasons, I am a still pond which freezes in the cold seasonst; only to be broken by the trampling of feet, throwing of stones, and punctures of branches; and only to resume as it was before.