Of a great and reciprocated love there is one and only one sign: the expression of the eyes. Who that has seen it was ever deceived by its counterfeit?
Did ever the same love-light shine in the same eyes twice?
The light of love in the eyes may take on a thousand forms: exultant jubilation, a trustful happiness; infinite appeasement, or promises untold; an adoration supreme, or a complex oblation; tenderness ineffable, or heroic resolves; implicit faith; unquestioning confidence; abounding pity; unabashed desire. . .
He who shall count the stars of heaven, shall enumerate the radiances of love.
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There is no Art of Loving (1); though, as Ovid says, love must be guided by art (2). Yet,
If love did not come by chance, it would never come at all.
(1) Ovid wrote not Art of Loving ("Ars Amandi"); he wrote on the Amatorial Art ("Ars Amatoria").
(2) "Arte regendus amor."—"Ars Amatoria", I, 4.
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