Love each other as they do? Than the formal name of wife? Ah! what happy hours were theirs! In the mazes of the dance. In the purple light of love. Through which lovers’ passion ranges. Or passed through the fire like gold. Pale the cheek, and break the heart.

Yet love, an undying beacon, in the chambers of his dream. He writes letters filled with love, though miles keep them apart, Each word a bridge he sends across, a testament of heart.

After defeating the Irish knight Morholt, Tristan travels to Ireland to bring back the fair Isolde for his uncle, King Mark of Cornwall to marry. They ingest a love potion, (which depending on the version they either knew what it was or did not know) which causes the pair to fall madly in love.

So loved Tristan and Isolde, In youth's sunny, golden time, In the brightness of their prime; Little dreaming hours would come, Like pale shadows from the tomb, When an open death of doom Had been still less hard to bear, Than the ghastly, cold despair Of those hidden vows, whose smart Pale the cheek, and break the heart.

All noble lovers love to read of love-tales. Therefore all those lovers who seek a solace Need seek no further; I will provide To noble lovers the tale of purest love In two noble hearts: a lover, a beloved; A man, a woman; and a woman, A man: Tristan, Isolt; and Isolt, Tristan.