went without thanks. Never was there a sliver of gratitude uttered to the man that created comfort. The narrator, now aged and seeing 20/20 hindsight, can look back and see how his father truly did love him. “What did I know, what did I know, of love’s austere and lonely offices?” (Hayden 308) All three works provide an ample look into the world of love. Whether love is ideal or real, can always be argued. The definition lacks rigidity in which one can find comfort. If ideal love were contained in perfection, then where would real love be? It cannot be imperfection can it? If there is not love reciprocated, it cannot be ideal, but it is still not necessarily ideal when it is reciprocated. The answer lies in each individual case. No two lovers, or family members are the same. No couple share feelings with other couples. Therefore love it self, whether real or ideal is dependant upon the situations and persons surrounding it....
