To love or not to love? That tis the question. Whether tis nobler for the soul to open up thine heart and accept what it is one has to offer is a feat that must be questioned. To open up thine heart, per chance to love, but per chance to hate, and when that hate mingles with thy soul and corrupts thee in such a way that thine tis never the same again. Aye, there's the rub, the mingling of the soul, the chance to be absorbed into a bottomless pit of darkness. A pit that will eventually torment and destroy the soul. But, perhaps, this meeting is blessed by the Gods. Blessed in such a way, tha the Gods shall come down from the heaven and rejoice in thy union.
And in thy union sing the joyfulness of the world and the angels. But say that thy union does not, are thine own soul willing to take a chance? Willing to put itself up for such a possible blight. A blight that will cause it to wither and decay until the day the heart dies. A thing of such horrid pain, that our minds could not and should not muster the courage to attempt to fathom such a feat. What is this choice that we have? The simply tragedy is that even if thou does drench thyself in such splendors as is love. There still lies that chance that it will lead into that same darkness and despair. This despair deeper than any dungeon or chasm thou can ever be thrown inton, one of thy mind and heart as well as thy soul. One that will keep thee bound in chains and always tormented. A torment so horrendous in its making and doing that though shalt live in a world of misery and anguish. A world in which no other beingh could ever imagine or within that imagined world begin to understand the feeling of even trying to attempt to live in such a weary and loveless state. As it is to live in a loveless state may be a better fate than to live in such a way that is not quite the same, but indeed worse. That tis the question I pose to thee, and I await thy answer.