You may wonder if the stars are fire,
 You may wonder if the sun moves across the sky.
 You may wonder if the truth is a liar,
 But never wonder if I love.

Oh, Ophelia, I’m bad at poetry. I can’t put my feelings into verse, but please believe I love you best, oh, best of all. Believe it.

 Yours forever, my dearest one,
 as long as I live—still chugging along,
    Hamlet