xxxsirenxxx

it is like a midsummer night's dream all over the place...it seems

Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so.
He will not know what all but he do know.
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
So I, admiring of his qualities.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.


Ay me, for aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth...

somebody always seems to be into someone who is already involved or in love with someone else...