An Entrapment

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 day. It would be a crime to denounce the beauty of such 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.