I have always loved this writing challenge to take a piece from the great Shakespeare but then re-write it. Yet to keep the same meter with a completely different themed meaning. Here is my latest effort based on the famous speech from Hamlet, but addressing love.
To love, or not to love, that is the passion:
Whether ’tis better in the mind to enjoy
The slings and arrows of outrageous lusting,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing love them. To kiss—to hold,
much more; and by a ring to say we Wed?
The heart-sings and the thousand moments we share
That bliss is heir to: ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To love, to share;
To last, this is a dream—ay, there’s the thought:
For in that love of hope what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there’s the loving
That makes such happiness of sharing life.
For we would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’forgiveness song, quells our contumely,
The joys of lasting love, our hearts ballet,
The joining of happy souls, and the touch
That blessed merit of this worthy life made,
When we oursleves might at quietus ask
are our souls now one? Who would further dare,
To hope and pray after a wholesome life,
But that the love will continue after death,
The undiscovere’d country, from whose land
No travellers return, strengthens the will,
And makes us value dear that love we have
That grows to heights that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make lovers of us all,
And thus the native truth of resolution
Is fulfilled o’er time with hearts so full,
And entwined of great love and passion
With such regard our souls grow life
And happiness together.
(c) Harlin & Lamo The Lion 2018