Is love like beauty, only skin deep?
Is love only so deep as the body can be covered by textile material - is it
really so shallow? Is love deep enough to overcome all obstacles, other
people's opinions, personal prejudices, public humility and approbation? Must
love be concealed for it's worth to be recognised, or can love benefit from a
little naked truth?
To paraphrase Gaugin:
"Where does love begin, what does love consist of, and where does love end?"