And after me?

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, 
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; 
Where can we find two better hemispheres 
Without sharp north, without declining west? 
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; 
If our two loves be one, or thou and I 
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.



Plus, it's James Franco :)