A ship of 10 hundred folds, consummation of 10 months' voyage, wrecked
A flight of 10 thousand steeping steps, a fall 10 hundred thousand feet
10 acres of separating miles, 10 calls of sweet-nothings so unbearable and foul
There are 10 missed rings, there are 10 tens unreturned ones
10 apologies, kissed and made up, multiplied by 10 more unforgiveable mistakes
10 solid kisses, adding 10 more bruises
Showers of unconditional perfection that descended to a nothing
After 10 months

Because we have outstretched these distances, just to halt at ten. Why?