This painting tells the quiet sorrow of a man whose heart broke on February 14th, when he saw the girl he secretly cherished walking hand in hand with another. On February 15th, with a heavy heart, he let go of the flower he had long carried for her—his silent confession, now lost to the wind.

But love, ever watchful, was not done with him yet. Two cupids, devoted to their divine work, happened to pass by. One, weary from countless labors, nearly misfired his arrow, aiming toward the lonely man. Just in time, his companion gently redirected his aim—toward the girl, who had not yet gone far.

*Love is rare and everywhere .