a modern shakepeare moment

To see what thine eyes have seen, to live what thou hast lived, to feel with thine heart or dream thine dreams in sweet slumber that is love. Love, the fuel of all life, the beginning of every beginning in the cosmos. Oh what have thou done! What witchery is this that I may naught see the world through dull simple eyes, but instead through the glimmering bliss that is love. Love that makes my heart ache in joy, quiver in excitement and freeze in anticipation. Love the curse and blessing, the sorrow and glee. How wilt I ever escape these chains and yet to live without these chains would mean to live in misery. Oh sweet love, you poison apple is there no peace?! Is there no end?!