Her eyes were oceans, vast and uncharted,
Where sailors' hearts sink or sail,
A paradox indeed, yet I am lost in the tides,
My compass: her fleeting glance.
Scene: A heroic knight attempts to declare his love
Knight: "My lady, your beauty transcends all... uhm, wait, is this the right scene?"
(He consults a script, comically upside-down)
Lady: "Transcends? Like, the laundry needs to transcend the washing machine?"
(Pause, both blink in confusion)
Knight: "Alas! The true essence of love is... detergent!"
Navigate the portals of your mind, through the Realm of Absurdity
or peek into the Port of Discovery.