Saturday, October 9, 2010

Love Poems

Mi luv, I h've tried with all mi being
2 grasp a form comparable 2 thine own,
bt nothing seems worthy;

I know now y Shakespeare could not
compare his luv 2 a summer’s day.
It would b a crime 2 denounce d beauty
of such a creature az thee,
2 simply cast away d precision
God had placed in forging u.

Each facet of ur being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is 9 release.
Bt I do not wish release.
I wish 2 stay entrapped forever.
With u for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as 1.

Love Poems

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