An Entrapment
My love, I tried with all my being
grasp a form comparable to your 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
A creature like you,
Just take precision
God had placed in forging you.
Each half of your being
whether it is physical or mental
is an oil
of which there is no liberation.
But I do not want to release.
I want to stay stuck forever.
With you for eternity.
Our hearts, always as one.
- Anthony Kolos -
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