Ah. Young love. How sweet. It makes me sick to my stomach! Yes, I had a passion for Guinevere, but that love was a love to torment Arthur. My eyes for his wife irritated him to no end. It brought me joy simply to put him through that. But this, on the other hand, is revolting. Staying up all night thinking of your love…Blancheflor is just silly. I don’t know what happens after this clip ends, but if Perceval denies her love I will not pity her. She is better off.
Blancheflor reminds me so much of Isolde, who has an undying love for Tristan. However, Isolde’s love reciprocates her feelings in every possible way-- both lovers long for one another. Can this be said of Perceval? I’m not sure, but for Blacheflor’s sake I hope with all that is love, that he does because if not, how broken she would be. I, myself, am a firm believer of reciprocating the love that one has for you, so long as it does not bring shame upon you. But how could Perceval not feel for Blancheflor even a portion of how deeply she feels for him? It seems irrational that one person could create such a strong longing without any hope of it being returned. If there is such thing as true love or destiny, I hope for Blancheflor that she can experience it with this one that she longs for so completely. Already she aches for him when he’s right before her. I fear if Perceval is any farther or denying of her love, that her longing could very well bring her to her end.
Oh how sorrowful. Our young lady is so heavily in love she cannot go on as one should. Instead of sleeping soundly at night, she cannot help but to think of her dear Perceval. Our dear lady weeps as she watches her love in the night. This reminds me of how I wept upon losing my first husband. The situations are different, but the premise is the same. Some love is indeed painful and worthy of many tears however, I wish a beautiful lady so young would not have to go through such agony.
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Ah. Young love. How sweet. It makes me sick to my stomach! Yes, I had a passion for Guinevere, but that love was a love to torment Arthur. My eyes for his wife irritated him to no end. It brought me joy simply to put him through that. But this, on the other hand, is revolting. Staying up all night thinking of your love…Blancheflor is just silly. I don’t know what happens after this clip ends, but if Perceval denies her love I will not pity her. She is better off.
Blancheflor reminds me so much of Isolde, who has an undying love for Tristan. However, Isolde’s love reciprocates her feelings in every possible way-- both lovers long for one another. Can this be said of Perceval? I’m not sure, but for Blacheflor’s sake I hope with all that is love, that he does because if not, how broken she would be. I, myself, am a firm believer of reciprocating the love that one has for you, so long as it does not bring shame upon you. But how could Perceval not feel for Blancheflor even a portion of how deeply she feels for him? It seems irrational that one person could create such a strong longing without any hope of it being returned. If there is such thing as true love or destiny, I hope for Blancheflor that she can experience it with this one that she longs for so completely. Already she aches for him when he’s right before her. I fear if Perceval is any farther or denying of her love, that her longing could very well bring her to her end.
Oh how sorrowful. Our young lady is so heavily in love she cannot go on as one should. Instead of sleeping soundly at night, she cannot help but to think of her dear Perceval. Our dear lady weeps as she watches her love in the night. This reminds me of how I wept upon losing my first husband. The situations are different, but the premise is the same. Some love is indeed painful and worthy of many tears however, I wish a beautiful lady so young would not have to go through such agony.
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