My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks;And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing sound;I grant I never saw a goddess go;My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rareAs any she belied with false compare. -William Shakespeare, Sonnet 130    First, love the poetry, as Ben posted this on Valentine's Day. Clearly, he is filled with love. Second, come on down for a great episode of the STABcast. We are having a ton of fun this week talking battle reports and Asajji Ventress! The glare she gives Obi-Wan, the shameless flirting Obi-Wan returns. It is all here as we talk Star Wars Legion!