Call you me fair? That fair again unsay. Demetrius loves your fair. O, happy fair... your eyes are lode stars, and your tongue's sweet air more tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear. When wheat is green, when hawthorne buds appear, sickness is cathing. Were favor so, yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go... My ear should catch your voice, my eye, your eye. My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, the rest I'd give to be to you translated. O, teach me how you look, and with what art you sway the motion of Demetrius' heart!
PS. I also has a new headshot. I like it. :D