Love

Love is what you cannot touch, but touches you.
Cannot embrace, but embraces you.
Cannot comfort, but comforts you.
Cannot warm, but warms you…
Love is having all the sympathy, but not the cure.

Love is glaringly imperfect;
The wrong man for the job,
The scum of the earth, and the runt of the litter.

Love is ugly (but kind),
Love succeeds, when it should fail,
And fails, to keep from winning…
Love is not what gains, but what loses,
Graciously…

Love bears up all things,
Nourishes all things,
Believes in all things,
And hopes for all things…

Love teaches us to adore that which is present
As we grieve for what is not.