The object of love is seen in its intrinsic beauty, truth and goodness. That is what love is and it so because of the object, in its reality, and not because it is seen y the seer, or because the seeing is limited and partial in some way. It is not a matter of some affirmative but limited substance given out, bestowed on the object. Rather the seer is a portal through which some measure of the limitless is able to pass.