Written: 2-26-07

Love Is

Love is not often known,

More often it is shown,

Who can say what is true,

That someone loves you.

What is love to me?

It is something to set me free,

Something soft and warm,

In the middle of the fiercest storm,

Love is you and you are mine,

All I need is one moment to see you shine,

That bright smile and loving gaze,

You never cease to amaze

Me in everything you do,

I could never find someone like you.

Love is patient

Love is kind

It does not envy

It does not boast

It is not proud

It is not rude

It is not self-seeking

It is not easily angered

It keeps no record of wrongs

Love is when you are held tight,

Or comforted in the dark of the night.

Love is sweet and pure,

Never something completely obscure.

Love is confident and strong,

It is something I want all my life long.

Love can hurt,

But that is no reason to be on the alert.

Love does not delight in evil

But rejoices in the truth

It always protects

Always trusts

Always hopes

Always perseveres

There is one thing I know,

Love never fails to show,

That only three things remain

Nothing you must gain,

But something you receive,

Something you must believe,




All three wondrous things,

Something that brings,

Faith to one another,

Hope for none other

Than the greatest of those,

Something that grows and flows,


All that is needed to feel happy,

Is one phrase that is sappy,

I love you,

I love you too.