If a person is intent upon his/her actions showing love, then it might be the showing thathe/she is most in love with.
Love, it would seem, like the “self,” has a true and a false side. False love is, indeed, more love of self than anyone else. True love thinks of nothing but the good of the other – a good that might otherwise be sought for some other selfish reason but is not. What I see in myself is a mighty struggle between the two with the false side always holding the edge.
For me it is nigh unto impossible to eradicate every shred of self in my love. Annoyingly, there is always some little tweak of self-benefit or display. Even at those times when my love seems the purest and most selfless I, afterward, reflect upon my success, thus stroking my self.
The self, it seems, is never purely true and, because of this, love is never purely true. But the realization and awareness that this is so has the ongoing potential of moving us in various ways to grow in and perfect our love in less selfish, less showy, though still tainted, ways.
I am painfully aware that my own comfort and security often draw the boundaries of my love. To be moved thusly is a deficiency in me that is synchronous with my deficiencies in love for others and for You. This is a horrible thing to realize. Yet, once again I am kept from despair by the expression of those with a better grasp of this defect than me who, if not in action, at least in desire, acclaim Your pleasure.