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What is love? Love is patient and kind. It isn't envious. Real love never boils over in jealousy. Love isn't boastful or self-important. Love does not lead, it follows.
You don't see love very much, but is it blind?
True love is not arrogant and inflated with pride. Love is never rude or unmannerly. Love would never think of acting unbecomingly. Instead, love seeks to please.
You don't see true love very much, but is it blind?
Real love isn't interested in its own rights or its own way. It is simply not self-seeking. It is not touchy or fretful. Love isn't resentful. It takes no account of an evil done to it. Love just turns its back on a suffered wrong.
You don't see real love very much, but is it blind?
Pure love accepts anything and everything that comes. Even after the hard testing, love is ever ready to believe the best of every person. No mater how terrible the circumstances, love's hope does not fade, it endures.
You don't see pure love very much, but is it blind?
Love… perfect love… it never fails. It never fades out or becomes obsolete. Love never comes to an end. All that comes to an end is not love. Everything else that is of value will come to an end. The millennium will come and go. Prophecies will be fulfilled. Great orations will be forgotten. Knowledge will loose its value as it is superseded by truth. Knowledge is fragmentary and incomplete. Prophecy is not perfect. But when the complete and perfect and total comes, all that is less than that will be set aside.
You don't see perfect love very much, but is it blind?
No, love is certainly not blind. If there is the ability to see, it is only in perfect love. All else is temporal. There is what we call love, but it is really lust. It is only interested in itself. It is brief. It is here one second and gone the next, like the splendor of a shooting star, burning so beautifully hot, but gone before we know we have really seen it. There is what we call love, but it is only friendship. It comes and goes, and though it may last an age, it will seldom survive inconvenience.
But there is also love; love that is not lust, or longing, or desire; love that decides to love. Perfect love is not blind. There is nothing else that can truly see. All else sees only what is before us today, but burned away by the heat of tomorrow's sun. Perfect love ignores everything except what is forever.
No, love ignores a great deal, but it keeps in focus that one thing that transcends all else. Love never fails.
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Those familiar with the Bible
should recognize this immediately as a paraphrase of First Corinthians Chapter
13. This answer is what comes to mind when I hear people say, "Yes, but what
is love?" The definition seems so solid that I find myself drawn back to
it again and again. I draw upon it for nourishment; and I restate it, as
I have done here, in hopes that the news may reach those who might never
see it in its native setting.