As I thanked him for picking the very best one. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see A self-pitying worrier beneath an old willow tree. Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight. And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the magic and beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine. And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand About to change the life of another unsuspecting person.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not boast. It is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices in the truth, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.