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Saturday, August 21, 2004
What is Love??
The sun slowly sets in,
The sky with its orange glow.
Birds flying home,
Water surges along the coast.
Flowers drooping, bowing their heads.
Petals drifting, blown by the wind.
Leaves fluttering, falling to the ground,
As the end creeps by.
Life is never certain.
All things come to an end.
All things fade away,
All say goodbye.
Fate determines our destiny,
Its constant companion: time.
Time alone is eternal
But love is everlasting.
Feelings may change,
Moments may not last
But memories--
Memories are love's final hope.
Everything might be lost
For nothing is forever,
Except for everlasting love
A love that goes beyond eternity.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right. Love bears all mthings, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends; as for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. For our knowledge is imperfect and our prophecy is imperfect; but when the perfect comes, the imperfect will pass away. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became a man, I gave up childish ways. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understood. So faith, hope, love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians
That summer we had been absolutely alone, together, even when people were around the only inhabitants of the kind of floating island or magic carpet which being in love is. And now we were absolutely alone, but it was a different kind of floating island or magic carpet. That summer we had seemed to be caught in a massive and bemusing tide which knew its own pace and time and would not be hurried even to the happiness which it surely promised. And now again we seemed to be caught in such a tide and couldn't lift a finger...
<< *take my hand*
6:42 PM
back to the past; *
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