I keep on saying your name
through the air
or within my head,
until it no longer sounds the same;
until it doesn't give me
the chills it has offered before;
until it no longer holds
the very meaning of love.
Because a poet once said
that when you repeat something
over and over again,
it slowly loses the meaning
it once had;
Perhaps, one day,
I will eventually get tired
of mentioning your name;
I just don't know
when will it happen
for now.