The groundlings cry in most impatient rage:
'By heaven's light, let them their lips combine!'
While hearts do flutter on each turnéd page,
Till love's sweet culmination doth align.
In science strange and fantasy most bold,
These tales of yearning hearts must needs unfold.

From merchant's pen to tales of passion wrought,
This elder of the thousand-year's last crown
Doth craft such tales of space and magic sought,
Where lovers' hesitation draws a frown.

Why in the world I tagged it as adult content, who knows? It's not. And it's prolly just sausage fingers. Or hunger. HOWEVER, fear not, I will be posting about this more and do better then 😁