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