First you made me ill and then offered me the medicine; before taking my life, you took away my heart.

This couplet captures the tender paradox of romance, where the beloved is both the sweet affliction and the only cure. They first strike the lover with lovesickness, only to gently soothe them with their presence and care. By claiming the heart so effortlessly from the start, surrendering one's very soul and life becomes an inevitable, willing sacrifice.