This years love had better last. This years love had better last. This years love had better last. This years love had better last. This years love had better last.
All great truths begin as blasphemies.
If I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal. 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, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.