Darling,
You are the non-existent full-stop
To my never ending question marks

To love you,
Is like firing a gun
That has no bullets
p o i n t l e s s

Because,
The more I love you,
The more ink gone to waste
And it's fading--the question marks,
As they almost fill the whole blank paper up
And still, no full-stop.

Oh, by the way,
It's not my love that fades,

*My hope does.