Prince of Denmark
Thou art the reason why I hath stumbled upon Erinn,
a land which knows not of Death's existence.
Never hath I thought it possible…
A legendary prince, I shall meet!
One whom I holdeth in highest regard,
One whom is in need of someone to understand the predicament
in which thou hath found thyself.
Oh, handsome prince of Denmark,
thou knowest naught of what thou hath done
to this young, awe-stricken maiden
whom looks to thee
with the eyes of unrequited love.
Thine presence alone can divert all state of interest:
imprisoning pure hearts,
capturing the sanity of young girls!
Young girls who never thought that love at first sight
was even possible…
Successfully hath thou captured and held spellbound my naive heart,
For thou art the incarnation of Adonis himself.
A complex epitome of charisma:
words flow out effortlessly from thine bloodless lips,
giving thee the sort of allure that even the king cannot compare with.
Thou art a complex epitome of the romantic hero:
conflicted and full of acute suffering,
the constant clash of thine emotions and thoughts within thou never cease in battle!
This leaveth no room for inquiry as to why thou hath to contemplate on thy fate…
"To be or not to be."
Verily, that is the convoluted question that thou must answer.
Yet give me leave to sayeth that
Thou must be.
Wherefore, thou might asketh.
I shall answer: …Can thou livest for me?
For in love hath I fallen, quite inadvertently,
with thee.
Alas, a prince and a soldier?
…a dream alone that shall remain,
for in thine eyes I am merely a friend.
A friend whom cares deeply for thy wellbeing;
A friend whom wants not to witness thou endure such pain
that causes thee grief and torment to thine soul and body.
Oh, handsome prince of Denmark!
Awareth of my feelings, thou art most certainly not!
However I cannot find fault within thee,
for it was I who chose to conceal my true feelings.
For I am the one who have accepted my fate of unrequited and forbidden love…
Therefore, a dutiful soldier I shall remain,
waiting on thine every order and call.
But when the day arrives where I somehow summon the courage
to execute a confrontation
and confess my only secret to thee,
for the sake of my breaking heart…
Ponder not on my words,
when I tell thee of how I feel.
For, Prince Hamlet,
my handsome prince of Denmark,
I mean it all when I sayeth that
I love thee.
