• 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 could not

    compare his love to a 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 your being

    whether it 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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