If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is 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 perseveres.
Love Never Fails
Love is not an emotion. It has no motion to it. Love is the fragrance of stillness and one can only smell it when still and silent inside. The process of falling in love that is fired by attraction is an emotion but love itself is not. In Greek, wisely, we have separate words to describe that difference. The falling in love is called έρωτας, while love is called αγάπη. The first needs an object of desire, however subtle, another pole to which you are attracted and wish to unify with. The second is fusion. No more you and me. In this communion, motion seizes. It is this love that never fails.