The singer goes to great lengths, piling superlative upon superlative, to show the extravagance of their love. At another point the singer describes the woman in bed longing for her lover. She even accosts the watchmen, pleading for knowledge of her lover's whereabouts. Alongside love's intensity we need to see love's restraint. There is no crude orgy here, no pawing and pounding.
Love is too high, sex is too deep, for such leering and lusting.
In chapter 8 the woman remembers what her brothers said of her when she was a child. We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. She had not given in to unrestrained passion. The man, too, knew the lessons of restraint. In chapter 6 he recalls the numerous opportunities he could have had to show his sexual prowess.