A stranger you were once.
Then, with a gentle look you took my hand.
I have tried with all of 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 spiritualis,
an ensnarement from which there is no release.
But I do not wish to release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
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