Love is a Miracle

Love is a miracle, sweet as can be,
That will always remain a complete mystery.
For though it is something that's centuries old,
It cannot be purchased for silver or gold.
But instead must be given of one's own free will,
And received with no promises it must fulfil.
And once it's exchanged in this time-honoured way,
There's nothing that love cannot manage to say.
No problems too great and no problems too small,
For love, like a miracle, conquers them all. And leaves in their place such a feeling of peace,
That joy, just like love, cannot help but increase!

Love

Love is patient and kind;
Love is not jealous or boastful;
It is not arrogant or rude.
Love does not insist on its own ways;
It is not irritable or resentful;
It does not rejoice at wrong.
But rejoices in the right.
Love bears all things,
Believes all things,
Hopes all things,
Endures all things.
Love never ends...
So Faith,
Hope,
Love abide,
These three;
But the greatest of these is
Love.

1 Corinthians 13:4-8, 13