I don't like italy...

I wrote a story about a suicidal penguin that disocvered that his girlfriend penguin was gay. This is my shakespeare inspired suicide speach:

"It was too much to hope for that she would ever live to love a male. No, beauty like that must be left to the same gender. Oh, but my love for her has driven me to such a low point that my feelings of love shall live in more bliss if my weak body is no longer tied to the same iceberg as she. Oh, life and love can share no one being. Love will smite those who are smitten, and smite will love those who are not. Live love, for lovers must only live to die a life of no love, whereas livers who love none shall never live to love a love of life. Life and love have never been together, for those that live and say to love love not, for love does not live in a world of the loving. No, love is in death and death is where I take my love. My life of love will be no more for love and life have torn my poor heart to shreds."