These days it looks like love is long suffering.
Feeling more badly about keeping someone else up,
than being kept up.
Thankful for the hand on my shoulder,
just to reassure me, it'll be OK,
or I'm not alone,
or just to see (even in the night)
if help is needed.
Love makes dinner,
again.
love get's meds.
love forgives,
again.
love spends it's strength,
to attend another's weakness.
Love feels sad,
but encourages,
love feels down,
but builds up.
Love hopes for better times,
and works to get there.
Love never fails,
but when it messes up,
it reconciles,
over and over.
Love refuses to be offended,
loves makes way for another's failings.
Love looks for the good.
Love praises the victories,
and consoles the losses.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud.
It does not dishonor others,
it's not self-seeking,
it's not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.
it always protects,
always trusts, always hopes,
always preserves.
Love never fails.
But where there are prophecies,
they will cease;
where there are tongues,
they will be stilled;
where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
