My love , I have tried with all my being
To grasp a form comparable to thine own.
But nothing seems worthy.
I know now why,
Shakespeare couldn’t compare his love to summers day.
It would be a crime to denounce
The beauty of
Such a creature as thee.
To simply cast away the precision
God has placed in forging it.
Each facet of your being is an ensnarement.
From which there is no release .
But,
I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped,
With you ,
For all eternity.
Our souls ,
Always as one…..
