I come to recite William Shakespeare to you, oh my beloved, because you are worthy of the oldest verses! YOU ARE WORTHY OF EVEN LIFTING THOR'S HAMMER, IMAGINE THE SIMPLE WORDS I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF SAYING TO YOU! When you treat me badly and, despised, I feel that my value you see with disdain, Fighting against me, I stay by your side And, still perjured, I prove that you are good. Knowing my own mistakes better, To support you I inform you of the story Of hidden faults, where I am sick; So by losing me, you get all the glory. But I also profit from this trade: Bending over you with such love, The harm that I do to myself brings me benefit, Because what you earn I earn twice. This is my love and I report it to you: For you I bear all the guilt. That's why I tell you again as I said in chat: "To be or not to be, that is the question!" .... Will I be yours or not?