Is this love?

What is love?

Love, about love, what is love.

A poem on love.

Here is something I put together when I started missing home. Love really is something great, for it brings us all together in one way or the other.

Its my first triond article!

A boy finds himself questioning life as his dreams start to consume his life. The mystery unfolds and the boy makes a shocking discovery that changes his life forever.

When love comes late and do not know where to go for an established permanent relationships, or for that same love.

I Corinthians 13 describes love (charity) as such:

1. Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.

2. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.

3. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.

4. Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,

5. Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;

6. Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;

7. Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.

8a. Charity never faileth:

True Love Poem.