"Through Helena's Eyes"

Thine eyes shine upon me like diamonds
Thine hate for me makes my love grow more
Demetrius, o worthy gentleman
How 'tis it possible for thy to hate me
With such force, underestimable
By even the wisest of the fairies?
Oberon doth know that thy hate me so
But how can I stop myself from loving thee?
Methought that thee loved me
But then fair Hermia charmed thy
And left me in my friends shadow once more
Doth thou not know that thee has wounded me
With love promised and forgotten?