human
Pardon me, fair Fatkoura, if I come like a storm which sweeps across the sky unannounced by any foreboding clouds.
gpt
You are to me like the sun when it rises from the sea, said Fatkoura,
human
Your eyes are like the evening and the morning stars, said the Prince.
gpt
But why did they drown their rays in tears? Can I have given you any cause to grieve?
human
You are here, and I have forgotten the cause of my sorrow, said Fatkoura, smiling;
gpt
Why can I not be always here?