TO LOVE OR NOT TO LOVE

To love or not to love- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the heart to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous devotion
Or to take arms against fear and insecurity
And, by opposing, end them. To be alone, lonely -
No more - and by being alone to say we end
The heartache and the thousand hurtful words
That flesh is heir to - 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To be alone -
Alone, perhaps to hope. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that state of solitude what hopes may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the honor
That makes calamity of so long love.