Love is Patient

[MrHV]

Here is a poem I wrote based on a study I did of that passage of scripture.

I love you! Do I truly love you?

Yes, I tell you I love you,
But when we disagree,
I end up arguing with you,
So if I love you, where is my self-control of my emotions?

Yes I tell you I love you,
But if you need help,
I can't be bothered to help you,
So if I love you, where is my usefulness in your life?

Yes, I tell you I love you,
But when your day is tough and your dreams are crushed,
I may laugh, or worse be indifferent towards you,
So if I love you, where is my emotional supporting of you?

Yes, I tell you I love you,
And I compliment and flirt with you,
But my coquette's aren't exclusively for you,
So if I love you, where is my loyalty towards you?

Yes, I tell you I love you,
But when Rumor and Gossip come around,
I allow them to plant seeds of seperation in the garden of my heart,
So if I love you, where is my persevearance and confidence to confront things head on?

Yes, I tell you I love you
But when you've done something wrong or said something hurtful,
The way I treat you wavers on how good you've treated me
So if I love you, where is the unconditionalness of my love?

Yes, I tell you I love you,
But when you are honest with me,
I hide my hurts, lies or deceits,
So if I love you, where is my transparency?

Yes, I tell you I love you,
But this is just an emotion,
Superficial and easily manipulated,
So if, I love you...where is my true love seen?

Yes, I thought I loved you,
But now I see,
True Love is way more than this fleeting emotion,
Because True Love can be seen.

T.L.R.

[Eldar]

I sent this to my gf after we got into a altercation. Cheered her right up!

[sadbunnyface]

I love this one, whenever I marry I would like a friend to read it during the ceremony.

[Unusual]

great poem

[kitty3000ah]

Very nice words.

[joanna1]

This is the poem my friends dad who is a minster told me to read and re read after speaking to him. In order to tell myself when you love someone you are kind to them, not rude or evil or proud. That sometimes we can treat strangers better than the people who love us because the ones who love us we expect to always be around no matter what, and it isn't true. Regardless, it is a nice poem.