Hamlet...I mean Claudius

My Lord who I will love until the end.
Thou I appreciate the air thy breath.
The sun tis dark compared to you my love.
My eyes have only been on you my dear.
Oh! no other man has my heart like you.
My grief for Hamlet vanished as soon as,
The warmth of thy arm casts my weak shoulder.
Tis shame that Hamlet thou are not happy,
For thy joining of love are thou joyous?
Not even the Gods and evil ghosts shall stop,
thy flow of love in thou joining strong vains.
Tis us that shall block thou evil spirits,
Oh why can't anyone see thy happiness,
In which overshadows Hamlets meak death?
No fear for thy will only love my Lord.