My love, i have tried with all my being, <br />to gasp a form comparable to thine own, <br />but nothing seems worthy. <br /> <br />I know now why Shakespeare could not, <br />compare his love to a Summer's day, <br />it would be a crime to denounce the beauty, <br />of such a creature as thee, <br />to simply cast away the precision, <br />God had placed in forging you. <br /> <br />Each facet of your being, <br />whether it physical or spiritual, <br />is an ensnarement, <br />from which there is no release, <br />but i do not wish release, <br />with you for all enternity, <br />our hearts, always as one.<br /><br />Natalie Bebbington<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-entrapment-6/
