An Entrapment

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My love , I have tried with all thy being to grasp a firm
Comparable to thy own but nothing seems worthy,
I know now why Shakespeare could not compare his love to a summer's day.
It would not be a crime to denounce the beauty of such a creature as thee, to simply cast away the precision God had placed in forming you.
Each feature of you being whether physical or spiritual is an entrapment from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release. I wish to stay entrapped forever with you for all eternity.
Our heart always as one

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