Forever Captured | Poetry Now

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Beloved, I’ve poured my soul into capturing your essence,

but nothing does you justice.

Now I see why Shakespeare faltered—

a summer’s day is nothing compared to you.

To dismiss your beauty would be a crime,

ignoring the perfection crafted by God.

Every part of you—body and spirit—

is a snare from which I’ll never escape.

But I don’t want to break free;

I want to remain in this eternal embrace,

with our hearts united forever.

— Poetic Rizz

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