If I would have to write your name a thousand times, I would.
My hands would tire and cramp--- but it would be a pleasant cramp. A pleasant tiresomeness.
For your name is pleasant and it would be too much of a pleasure to write it a thousand times.
I read The Infernal Devices. It didn't do me good. I just fell in love with William Herondale too much that I put myself in his shoes and tried to make a poem out of his love for Tessa Gray. It was mainly inspired by this: "Tess, Tess, Tessa. Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name?"