Love is patient and kind,
Enduring all the days,
And diligently finds
Ways to grant you peace of mind.

Love bears no ill will.
How can it?
To love is to instill
Hope for your good-will.

Love does not aspire to boast
Of oneself
Never seeks a lauded toast
But speaks of you most.

Love is not conceited,
Or navel-gazing,
But each day you are greeted
With humility deeply-seeded.

Love never acts indecently;
That is not its nature.
Love thinks of you frequently,
Seeking your joy gleefully.

Love is never self-centered—
What a contradiction—
Love’s service to you is repeated
In self-sacrifice, fully surrendered.

Love never provokes
Causes irritation,
Or whispers an unfeeling joke,
But is a kindness fitly spoke.

Love keeps no record of your wrongs,
Remembers no offense,
Sees good in you all along
As joyful words fill its evensong.

Love does not rejoice in your crooked ways,
But upholds truth,
Celebrates when you obey,
And points to His good pathway.

Love illumines in every darkness
Protects in every storm,
Bolsters in every doubt,
And sustains in every uncertainty.

Love is patient and kind,
And when befriend
You’ll be resigned
To grant others this same peace of mind.