#kinda wish Helena's whole plot wasn't being jealous of Hermia but man the unrequited love part is a mood

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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 hawthorn buds appear./Sickness is catching: O, were favour 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.

William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act 1, Scene 1.