“Love may, indeed, love the beloved
when her beauty is lost:
but not because it is lost.
Love may forgive all infirmities
and love still in spite of them:
but Love cannot cease to will their removal.
Love is more sensitive than hatred itself
to every blemish in the beloved…
Of all powers he forgives most,
but he condones least:
he is pleased with little, but demands all.”
-C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain