The poem describes the narrator's attempts to write his lover's name in different mediums to express their love, but each fails to fully capture the essence of their romance. He writes her name in ink, paints it on walls and sand, etches it into glass, chalkboards, gold, and tree bark. He also incorporates it into a cake but each is soon erased or disappears, unable to depict the depth and permanence of their relationship. Only when he carves her name into his own chest with nails and a blade, spilling his blood, does it truly represent the immense dedication and unconquerable nature of their everlasting love.

1. WHEN I WROTE HER NAME
When I wrote her name with light fountain ink; on the naked parchment of white
paper,
It appeared almost invisible; failed to portray the fervent intensity of our romance.
When I inscribed her name on the walls; using exquisite quality of floral paints,
There emanated an ethereal fragrance of flower; although it failed to highlight the
main ingredient of our love.
When I scribbled her name on the slippery beach sands; using a chiseled twig,
The calligraphy embossed looked amusing; although it soon got washed in entirety by
the gushing waves.
When I painted her name on scintillating glass; using vibrant strokes of steel gray,
The printing was so scrupulous and neat; that it miserably failed to depict the tenacity
of our relationship.
When I wrote her name on the black board; using a cylindrical stick of expensive
chalk,
It appeared clear and bold; although it couldn’t yet provoke even the slightest of
sentiment; and the professor soon scrubbed it clean with his duster.
When I embedded her name on a triangular biscuit of gold; using my switchblade
knife,
It appeared grandiloquently studded; although it gave our love a look of ostentatious
flattery.
When I symmetrically carved her name on the soft tree bark; using the corrugated
drill,
It appeared astoundingly clear from a far distance; although it failed to convey our
immortality; as the next second a nomad chopped it down.
When I incorporated her name on the voluptuous cake; using an icing of aromatic
peppermint,
It looked romantically enticing; although it couldn’t display the essence of our
romance; soon lost its charm as a battalion of ants and insets crawled all over.
When I painstakingly penned her name on glittering diamonds; using a solution of
shimmering silver,
It appeared kingly and aristocratic; although it failed to highlight the hardships we
had undergone to make our love an intransigent success.
And when I wrote her name on my chest; using rusty nails and a gleaming blade,

2. Pools of blood dribbled down my ribs; rendering me virtually unconscious; but this
time it spoke fathomless volumes of our immense dedication,
With each droplet of blood; reflecting the unconquerable tenacity of our everlasting
love.