Love does not live in warm feelings or pretty words. It is not found there.
These serve as mere reminders of love on dark and lonely days. Reminders as much to ourselves as to those who have captured our heart.
They are the soil and fertilizer by which true love may take root, but it's substance is found in the sacrifice that is made for the object of our heart's desire.
Love is proved right by her actions.
Everything else is sound and fury...signifying nothing.