‘You call it love my lord?’ said the Princess as she played with the curtains draped over the balcony.
‘For there is nothing finer than your face, my lady,’ spoke the smitten Lord.
‘But one must close their eyes to feel love, it has no sight. One cannot hear it, it has no sound. A deep abyss it is. Are you ready to dance in it, my lord?’
‘You frighten me of love my fair one, but my heart has been crossed, forever and a deeper abyss could do no harm.’