Venus and Tannhäuser, locked in each other's arms, stood in the shade of a huge weeping willow tree on the southern bank of an enchanting little lake surrounded by a birch forest.
"This,” said Venus, "is the lake of tears. It is filled with tears cried in the name of love!"
Tannhäuser, oblivious to the wondrous sight, bent down and kissed her neck. He kissed his way up to her ear and whispered:
"Oh! How I love you!"
He meant it. He loved her more than himself, far more than the sum total of everything and everybody he had ever loved in his entire life. Every beat of his heart increased his adoration.
"Do you really?" She asked teasingly.