Yes, since Epistemology is the study of knowledge and what we can and can't know, I think M. Ward is telling us what he thinks the limits are. This is just one more brushstroke to paint the picture of what love is, and he's emphasizing the messy-try-and-try-again-ness of it. Sometimes stuff is just so convoluted that you fall back on what you know, which is "I find myself loving this person, so I do things to show them, other than that, I don't know what else to say." I like that simplicity.
Yes, since Epistemology is the study of knowledge and what we can and can't know, I think M. Ward is telling us what he thinks the limits are. This is just one more brushstroke to paint the picture of what love is, and he's emphasizing the messy-try-and-try-again-ness of it. Sometimes stuff is just so convoluted that you fall back on what you know, which is "I find myself loving this person, so I do things to show them, other than that, I don't know what else to say." I like that simplicity.