Pursuit of Love

In the pursuit of love, there is often a giving of beauty in order to win the affections of the pursued. Flowers are usually one of such many gifts along with diamonds and precious jewels. Is it in the ephemeral quality of objects that exhibit rarity that the pursued succumbs to the pursurer? Does this appreciation of nature go back to the origins of humanity? Or is it a by-product of the consumer nature of our society that beautiful things are rare and one must sacrifice time/money/blood to acheive these things for the beloved?

Have flowers always been something that has been given to the woman? This idea of giving to win affection is one that is so deeply rooted in our reason for being human. We are always looking for acceptance, looking to be loved. Whether by another or by our own self perception, to some degree, we give something either to ourselves to make ourselves more notable - to make ourselves.. worthy.

Perhaps I have lost myself in trying to understand the reasons for things and maybe it is one of those things I do not need to really understand but already innately, understand.


To love is to perhaps sacrifice self and to make things perfect- at least try to make things for the beloved as perfect as it can. Maybe it involves a non-reciprocal love. Is that worth it at all? Maybe. In the words of Yeats:

"ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart. "