This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood, So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou be conscience-calm'd. See, here it is-- I hold it towards you.
I blame Mauricio entirely for the fact that I've been listening to the Aladdin soundtrack (which apparently, I own) for the past 24 hours nonstop. I also blame him for the fact that I am now in love with Aladdin's singing voice because Brad Kane clearly has the most attractive voice ever.