From Tristan + Isolde
I'm not permitted a single moment without mourning. I'm living with this, Tristan, as you said we must.
I live in torture thinking of these moments. With every look he gives you, I get sicker and sicker. There's a burning in me I feel on fire, and there's guilt and I can't comidify. Does it make you happy to know that?
The Roman Bridge, I can get to it without being seen, and I'd go there any time to be with you.