an entrapment
My love, I have tried with all my being
To grasp a form comparable to thine own,
But nothing seems worthly
I know now why Shakespeare could not
Compare his love to summer’s day
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
Of such a creature as thee,
To simply cast away the precision,
God had placed in forging you.
Each facet of you being
Whether in physical or spiritual
Is an ensnarement
From 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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