true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who; despite what fear denies, what hope asserts, what falsest both disprove by proving true
(all doubts, all certainties, as villains strive and heroes through the mere mind's poor pretend -grim comics of duration: only love immortally occurs behind the mind)
such a love is love's any now and her each here is such an everywhere even more true would truest lovers grow if out of midnight dropped more suns than are
(yes; and if time should ask into his was all shall, their eyes would never miss a yes)
-Remindings: If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, 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 with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.... but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears... Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.