And What If I Did? Comments

And what if i did?  

At that very moment, she looked as if one more gust of wind would have her shattering into a million pieces...... and i wonder, if i had opened my mouth, if i were to say what i wanted to say, needed to say, would the breeze blow ever so slightly?
If I had told her that; if everything I knew to be true was false, she would be the only lie I ever saw, then what? Would she suddenly re-assemble into a structure strong enough to hold up this heavy weight in her heart, Or, maybe, lighten the load all-together? I doubt that. I'm no magician, I have no magic words, no phrase like-glue. After-all, if I could write her a poem that'd make her knees weak, I'd have run out of ink long ago.
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