If I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love,
I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal.



And if I have the gift of prophecy and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge;
if I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing.

   

If I give away everything I own, and if I hand my body over so that I may boast
but do not have love, I gain nothing.

  

Love is patient, love is kind.



It is not jealous, Love is not
pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude.
Love does not seek its own
interests, it is not quick-tempered,
it does not brood over injury, nor
does not rejoice over wrongdoing,
but rejoices with the truth.

 

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails.

If there are prophecies, they will be brought to nothing; if tongues, they will cease;
if knowledge, it will be brought to nothing.

For we know partially and we prophesy partially,
but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away.



When I was a child, I used to
talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child;
when I became a
man, I put aside childish things.



At present we see
indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face.
At present I know
partially; then I shall know fully, as I am fully known.



So faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

Isn’t love just amazing?
(Happy early anniversary baby)