If I speak with human tongues and angelic as well, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong, a clanging cymbal. If I give everything I have to feed the poor and hand over my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is not jealous, it does not put on airs, it is not snobbish. Love does not rejoice in what is wrong but rejoices in the truth. There is not limit to love's forbearance, to its trust, its hope, its power to endure.
Love never fails.
The Word of the Lord.