Love itself raised other honest questions, more than several. Was romantic love a modern invention? How long could it last as requited, as unrequited? Does familiarity blur lovers’ clear sight of essences and make surfaces look significant?
Since love intensifies in parted lovers, pressumably because the lovers forget and reimagine each other, is love then wholly false? How false? Thirty percent false? Sixty percent? Five?
Then, only lover sees what is real, only lover sees the beloved truly, inwardly. Far from being blind, love alone can see.