I perished in you utterly
As did Narcissus in the well.
In the same poem he goes on to say that he will ask for no reward, but finally concludes:
My fervent kisses her sweet lips should cover,
For weeks they'd show the traces of her lover.
The German minnesinger, Heinrich of Morungen, called woman "a mirror of all the delights of the world," and sang:
Blessed be the tender hour,
Blest the time, the precious day,
When my brimming heart welled over,
When my secret open lay.