The greatest portrait of love is that of Jesus hanging on that old rugged cross over two thousand years ago. Love that caused creation to veil its face. Too glorious to look on, too painful to behold. Such splendor, and yet such agony.
For if the truth be told love without pain has no beauty in itself. Because it is from the pain of loving that true beauty is beheld. It was through Jesus's agonizing moments that God was pleased with His Son. They were moments of separation but not abandonment.
Only when we are hurt, not wounded in body, but in spirit, despised, and rejected, and still able to forgive can the beauty of love radiate from us.
For, for the illumination of the light to be welcomed the vessel of its concealment has to be broken.