I come back to YOU because my love for you never changes

Love is...

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.

1 Corinthians 13:4 -7.

How Do I love thee?

620. Sonnets from the Portuguese

XLIII

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861)

HOW do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Love is....
Love is hope
throws a rope
to a heart
torn apart
by a life
frought with strife
and sadness
no gladness
what to do?
this love new?
love it loud
sing it proud
tears of joy
cheeks annoy
as they slide
wash out pride
replace I
now with us.

Original poem
© Tammy Gorman.



	Name: Tammy Birthdate: early Disco, late Hippie Email: tammytn2@gmail.com Website: Other websites Here and here Interests: Nature, gardening, puters, writing, creating Loves: God & Country, Jeff, the kids, music Poems Jukebox Photo Gallery Faith Hymns Pets In Memorial About Me Tammy's Blog Megan's Blog Katie's Blog Tammy's Multiply Gift of Faith Prayers&Passages Basenji Home Basenji Pics View Guestbook Sign Guestbook -Fragiled Arts -Papercuts -BrushworX -Broggadocio.		Love is... 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. *1 Corinthians 13:4 -7.* How Do I love thee? 620. Sonnets from the Portuguese XLIII Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861) HOW do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Love is.... Love is hope throws a rope to a heart torn apart by a life frought with strife and sadness no gladness what to do? this love new? love it loud sing it proud tears of joy cheeks annoy as they slide wash out pride replace I now with us. Original poem © Tammy Gorman.