Turandot.

What is love?

If love is beauty, then she has it all. For with her beauty, there was no lack of suitors. All came, far and wide, seeking her hand in marriage, only to be faced with three riddles to be answered correctly.

What is born each night and dies every dawn?
What flickers red and warm like a flame but is not fire?
What is ice but burns like fire?

Hope.
Blood.
Turandot.

What is love?