failures of technology

It

would be hard
for me to tell
you that I love
you, as often as
would be necessary
to give a good account
of the vast extent
of the love that I have
for you.

I

could write a macro
bombarding you with
several e-mails per
second, each of them
declaring the profound
intensity and prolonged
duration of my love,

but

your InBox would overflow
long before even a tithing
of the full
depth
and
breadth
of my love
could be expressed.

So fuck it.
Why bother.