Step Aside Shakespeare

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To love is to fear what has not yet passed,

to beest afraid of what they'll doth anon -

yond their heart is on lease and not steadfast,

yond loss shall maketh thee cometh undone.

To love is to fear what's not seen clearly,

to beest afraid of truths hath left buried -

yond they couldst never feeleth so fiercely,

yond records preserved the sins thee carried.

But doth not giveth into the fear for

even if thee runneth, feelings still lurk.

Alloweth thy heart some room to explore.

The reward of love is the greatest perk:

a lifetime of romance for the second

of courage needed when thou art beckoned.