'The course of true love never did run smooth '
From 'A Midsummer Night Dream '
We dreamed to soar high flying on firmament
Thought throughout our life, we won’t be apart.
Romance roamed rolled rippled on commitment,
Passion twined with emotive urge of heart.
With fervent fervour, you dared to propose.
Life ought to be majestic marvelous
My ardent ardor honored your red rose,
Haply curtain of pain encompassed us.
Call of family claimed, forced to bid bye
Innocent helpless couple found no way.
We were never knotted with social tie.
Despondency in deep dolor to sway.
The course of true love never did run smooth
Whether to accept or not, that's the truth.
" The course of true love never did run smooth " - A Midsummer's Night’s Dream (Shakespeare)
TRUE LOVE
True love, magical, bewildering at times!
Red in colour when experience the passion,
Unraveling a puzzling mystery of the heart
Ends often with heartbreaking sacrifice !
Love which can never be forgotten, never wiped out,
Often facing unimaginable despair and morbid grief,
Voice of wild youth can never be silenced with threats,
Emotions undying never crushed by misfortune!
The course of true love never did run smooth.’
(A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 1, Scene 1)
We have seen our share
of ups and downs.
Of times when each of us
has acted like clowns.
When we’ve been upset and
seen each other’s frowns.
Love it is true, can at
times make us blue.
So, from my perspective
I can take this view.
No matter what we’ve been through
I am so glad we are two.
A tale told by an idiot? Methinks
thou dost protest too much. In brevity,
the soul of wit, yet I shall be a fool,
for there are scarce more things in heaven, earth
than are dreamt of in your philosophy
and as the night the day, thou canst not then
be false to any man, nor die but once.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and
our little life is rounded with a sleep.
To sleep! Perchance to dream a little dream -
and lo! what light through yonder window breaks?
The fault lies not within the stars, but in
ourselves; we know what we are, but know not
what we may be, and yet, what’s in a name?
The course of true love never did run smooth...
If music be the food of love, play on,
for all that glisters is not gold, and you,
dear sir, have loved both wisely, well indeed.
Rest easy, bard, for well thou wore the crown.
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Phrases from various works of Shakespeare in honor of the bard's birthday
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