Aleister Crowley had a thing for Eileen Gray [Irish architect and designer] and wrote an acrostic [I had to google that - I love the way google helps out with word-gaps!] poem about her. and allegedly they were briefly engaged - I think he made that bit up, he was barking up the wrong tree there..
“Ecstasy, break through poetry's beautiful barriers,
Intricate webs, labyrinthine mazes of music!
Leap, love, lightning's self, and, athwart the appalling
Evil clouds of an agony bound by existence,
Enter, avail me, exult! In the masses of matter
Nothing avails; in the splendour spirit is, nothing.
Give me love; I am weary of giants colossal,
Royal, impossible things; I am fain of a bosom
Always breathing sleep, and the symphony, silence.
Years are forgotten; abide, deep love, I am happy.”—XXVII, Rosa Mundi
I think Eileen Gray would have taken one look at that and thought 'less is more, Aleister, less is more..' and thrown it into a beautifully-designed bin.
I am fain of a bosom/Always breathing sleep might work as a chat-up line, but not, I suspect, with EG 😄