Treasure Island

Nichole Gilmore

(NOT DEAD! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! RETARDS! ! ! ! ! ! / In a hospital)

Love..


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.

Submitted: Sunday, November 16, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, January 26, 2010

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