My Love, I have tried with all my being to graep a form comparable to thine own, but nothing seems worthy;
I know 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 simple cost away the precision, God had placed in forging you.
Each facet of your being weather it physical or spiritual is an ensarement from which there is no release.
But I don't wish realease;
I wish to stay trapped forever with you for all eternity.
I know 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 simple cost away the precision, God had placed in forging you.
Each facet of your being weather it physical or spiritual is an ensarement from which there is no release.
But I don't wish realease;
I wish to stay trapped forever with you for all eternity.
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