William Shakespeare

Compose a love sonnet between two lesbian mages

In yon enchanted glade where whispers weave, Two mages fair, with hearts entwined, do dwell, Each casting spells of love that none conceive, Their souls ablaze with magic’s potent swell. Upon their lips, the verses sweetly flow, As starlit night doth witness their embrace; The ether quakes with every glance they throw, Their eyes alight, revealing fate’s own grace. Yet ponder deep, what fate hath forged this bond? A tapestry of stars, a cosmic art, Where love transcends the bounds of mere respond, And twines the threads of mind and beating heart. O, let the world remain in thrall to fate, For love’s true magic doth not hesitate.