Oh, Shakespeare.
How did you do it?
Write those words exposing truth.

Questioning the wisdom of our hearts.
Questioning the wisdom of pure love.

Was it true?
Was it real?
That forever love will last forever.

Could it be?
Could it have been?
That once connected.
There's no reasons for love to end.

Oh, Shakespearse.
Oh, Shakespearse.
Will we see another like you again?

We dive head first into an affair.
As if we kids searching for candy.
And if it just doesn't last.
Then many operates in despair forever.

Oh, Shakespearse.

To be.
Or to have been.
A broken affair doesn't means it's the end.