Love, they say, is patient,

Love, they say, is kind.

It sees beyond another’s faults

For love, they say, is blind.

Love will not diminish

Or rust or fade with years.

But it will gain its strength

From time, from laughter, joy and tears.

Love is God’s own gift to us,

A present from above.

He gives us peace, He gives us joy,

But first He gives us love.

Anonymous