An Entrapment
My love, I have tried with all my beingto grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy;
I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer’s day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beautyof such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you.
Each facet of your beingwhether it physical or spiritualis an ensnarementfrom which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one.
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