"Cinzas", de Edvard Munch (1894)

Incidentally, this morning I take a look at this great painting by Edvard Munch. Immediately, two thoughts/opinions - to which I fully agree - come up to my mind, in an attempt to understand what is going on with those two people :
1 - They are in love, yet they cannot be. It is obvious their misery is inside their emotions for each other. Their love is their gift, yet it is also their curse, for they are not supposed to be together. Which explains the location, a forest, and the time, late at night. Away from anyone who could discover them. Yet, the pain of knowing that everything will soon end drags them down to the ashes of their love.
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2 - Love is many things. Passion, touch, vigor and vitality. But it is also in the heart. It originates in there. Once you forget that, much goes to waste. So, you can try seducing, you can try living plushly, but sometimes, things go wrong, and there is frustration, and love...leaves. Enter in darkness and there is separation, miscommunication. And things can no longer be solved with a gentle kiss or a seduction.