Machaut had it right with his lyrics “The very thought of her sweet perfection so melts my tender heart that my one wish is to serve her constantly and selflessly…” and “Your sweet and gentle disposition, your elegant bearing and your candor have so captivated me that I willingly make you a loving gift of this heart of mine which far from you knows neither joy nor pleasure.”
and then the renaissance came along like
Soothe me, dark little sweetheart, just below the navel. Soothe away all of my pain. Your beauty makes me love you, just below the navel.
You’re a star and I want to burn my lips exploiting your fire. Be my world and I’ll be your atmosphere. Be my heart and I’ll be your soul. Be my lungs and I’ll be your oxygen. Be my why and we’ll figure out how.