Priam : Do you love her, my son?
Paris : Father, you are a great king,
because you love all of Troy.
Every blade of grass, every rock in the river.
That is the way I love Helen.
Priam : Do you love her, my son?
Paris : Father, you are a great king,
because you love all of Troy.
Every blade of grass, every rock in the river.
That is the way I love Helen.