Isn't it platonic love? I'm Saturn here thinking that's the case.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
*sigh* Its like being locked in a room with a bunch of four year olds and a whoopee cushion...
As the world seems intent on going to hell in a handcart at the moment, I quite enjoy the juvenile distraction!
You've got a whoopee cushion??? :O)
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.