To love or not to love -- that is the question:
Whether 'tis better to allow one's self to fall in love
And take wounds and heartbreak of love gone wrong,
Or to look in the opposite direction of endearment,
And, by ignoring, avoid the tears.
To embrace, to come at love with open arms --
No more -- and by an embrace to say we leave
Ourselves vulnerable to the one that matters most
That with each day --
'Tis an uncertainty
The unknown, inevitable fate.
To run, to avoid love at all costs --
To avoid, perhaps at your own detriment. Ay, there's the dilemma,
For in avoidance what could have been
When we have no one to give our love
Must make us go grim.
There's the trouble
That makes affliction of not taking chance.
For who would risk the pains and sorrows of the bitter end,
The unforeseen future,
The lover's change of heart,
The agony of one left alone,
The seemingly never-ending tears,
The loneliness of being tossed away,
And the rejection
That they see in my tear-stained face,
When they too may experience
The despair of one once loved now unloved?
Who would leap upon love,
To take thy mental walls down and thus risk one's self,
But that gnawing regret at what could have been,
The undetermined affection from the one loved most
The memories not yet made
Convinces the one evading,
That a risk is what is needed
Instead of running forever on from the unknown?
Thus uncertainty does make cowards of us all,
And thus the masked joy
Is polluted by happiness of chances taken,
And tenderness and warmth that fills one's heart
With this regard their decision is made
And arms open wide, the embrace of what is now.