An Entrapment

My love, I have tried all my being

to grasp a form comparable to thine own

but nothing seems worthy;

I know now why Shakespearecould 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 donot wish release.

I wish to stay entrapped forever.

with you for all eternity.

Our hearts, always as one.