Of passionate grief o'ercomes not her disdain.
Yet, yet I do remember how before
My eyes she stood, and spoke,
And on her gentle look
My earnest gaze was fix'd; O were it so once more!"
Another Minnesinger, Kristan von Hamle, is an exponent of romantic love:
"Would that the meadow could speak!
And then would it truly declare
How happy was yesterday,
When my lady was there: