Shall I compare thee to a well groomed beard?
If you permit me, let me count the ways:
To be separate from you is most feared,
Bringing a coldness into my days.
I find comfort in your warming embrace
And feel quite attached to all that you are.
I feel whole when you are touching my face
And know, from me, you will never be far.
I gently stroke you and feel warm inside
Knowing you are mine to delve deep within.
My connection to you, I cannot hide
And we are together through thick and thin.
Though a razor may remove beard from me,
No blade could remove my feelings for thee.