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Love is patient,
love is kind.


It does not envy,
it does not boast,
it is not proud.


It does not dishonor others,
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.
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The above is very old
And
Has never changed
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Love is not lust.
Love carries you through
The difficult times.
There is
Faith
Hope
and
Love
To complete your life.
The greatest of these
Is LOVE

Without Love
I am nothing.
What better
For Valentines Day
A strangle hold of memory
Deep roots in rich soil have traveled time and distance
To make fallow fields fruitful once more
An outline of your smile waxes fully in my vision
Weathered fingertips brush gently the dusted edges of dried petals
I can still smell you here among the shadows of winter
Of all the seasons to leave me breathless the cold shell of February
Lends a poetic air to your loss
I'll keep writing of my sorrow, my tenderness
For you will always have a place in my garden
Even if I let it grow wild with weeds and whispers
Panigurado'y walang makakaintindi nito,
Ngunit ito lahat ang laman ng puso ko-
Iniyak, sinigaw ko na'ng lahat,
Hanggang masiyahan nang sapat
At mawala ang sakit ng pusong tapat.

Luha't boses ay ubos na,
Marahil sa pait ng pag-ibig ay bumigay na-
Itong puso't pagkataong sana'y nararapat
Sa pagmamahal **** sa akin ay dapat.

Masaya ako sa piling mo,
Nagsasaya ka sa piling niya-
Mahirap ngunit kinakaya,
Basta't makasama lang kita.
 Mar 2018 redrosebleeding
Maeiby
I guess, it started with that,
That umbilical cord.
Detached I am, from her,
Yet she is the only one, I feel belonged to.
Life is a melody
      You can listen to only once.

    The first thirty seconds, you find the groove,
         it's appealing
    A harmonious rhythm hereto unwritten
                    
       This could be your favorite.


 
             It is.
       For the next three minutes, you settle in.
               The chorus comes around.

          *You'll be here again.

                  It's fresh, it's catchy
You're enraptured by these certain pitches and the words rhyme perfectly.
   One line flowing into the next, the ends justifying the means.
       Another verse, another chorus. This one feels more weathered
          Routine, maybe. You still feel that groove but your perspective of it has been altered by the change in tempo and direction during the last verse.
               

           You realize you have fifteen seconds left.
         This was your song. What did you do with it?


       *As you think back, a gentle blanket of white noise embraces everything that ever was, and your song fades
Let me know how you feel.
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