Love is patient, love is kind
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Love does not envy or boast;
It is not arrogant or rude.
Or bend with the remover to remove.
It does not insist on its own way;
It is not irritable or resentful.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Love never fails.
Baby don’t hurt me.
(With deep gratitude and apologies to The Apostle Paul, William Shakespeare, and Haddaway.)
