LOVE POEM-01

                  My love, I have tried with all 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 spiritual
                  is an ensnarement
                  From which there is no release.
                  But I do not wish release.
                  I wish to stay entrapped forever.
                  With you for all eternity.
                  Our hearts, always as one.

                  - Anthony Kolos -