I wish I would run out if words...

I wish I would run out if words to describe your beauty. I wish I reached the horizon of language and cease to write because everything that can be written has been written. I pray that with the last letter of the last word of the last verse I run out of inspiration and my emotions will fade away. Love is cruel master who demands obedience. Even when one, mutilated, manages to break free from its bonds it’s not long until one is captured again.

I wish I run out of love for you, but I won’t because I can’t. Love is an ever flowing river of passion and madness. Specially madness. So I write to you, and I write, and I write. During day. During night. I write. To you my love, I write.