Burgmüller

Here is Johann Friedrich Franz Burgmüller:

Oh look! Here he is again, from the other side:

Here he is when he gets old! (Or possibly a picture or someone else with the same name. Google image search isn't particularly discerning)

Points for the funny hair.

I love this man from the deepest depths of my heart. And my god are those depths deep. So deep you could drown in them. Figuratively, of course. If they were actually deep or even existent I'd probably die, which would be terribly detrimental to my ability to love and blog, making this entire situation redundant.
Whatever.
He has made many, many, many hours of my work easier by writing his Op.100 which is easily accessible (as I have a copy of it sitting on my piano) and children seem to like it. I hate going out of my way to please children, so this is completely perfect.
Apparently he was fairly good looking too, had sideburns, which is always a plus and didn't lure children into the forest with candy or anything like that, so I'm going to assume he was one of those "all round nice guys" I keep hearing so much about. In the magazines.
Yup.
Burgmuller.
Awesome (probably) and attractive (debateably.)