An Entrapment

My love

I have tried with all beings

To group a from comparable to shine

Own

But nothing seem worthy

I know now why Shakespeare could not

Compare his love to sunny days

It would be crime to denounce the beauty

Of such a creature as there

To simply cant away the precision

God had placed in forging you

Each quality of your being

Whether it physically or spiritually

Is an ensnarement

For which their is no release...