AND STILL MY PEN DOES NOT RUN DRY

I have written your name under the stars a thousand times,
and still my pen does not run dry with my heart fueling it.
Beat beat. Beat beat. Beat beat. My heart beats for you.
It aches for you. It yearns for you.
It lies on its back staring at dark sleepless nights for you.
Dreaming of you.
It writes your name a thousand times for you.

It loves you. Like it loves no other.
It loves you.