Love. Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

love sinneth not nor does love decay.
love suffereth long, and is kind.
kind to the body and the soul.
love envieth not, nor deceive
love avengeth not itself secretly.
Seeketh not his own, is not easily provoked.
It thinketh no evil nor is it bitter
To behold and keepeth love in thy soul.
Love is by far the most important thing of all.
It cast out fear and bringth hope,
Its fulfilling of the law, covers a multitude of sin.
Is not puff up no doth love behave itself unseemly.
Love rejoice not in iniquities rather rejoice in truth.
Love beareth all things, believeth all things,
Hopeth all things, endureth all things, love never fail.
Love is absolutely invincible
No difficulty love cureth not nor diseases love healeth not.
It opens all door and no gulf enough love will not bridge.
Love falleth apart all walls.
No matter how hopeless, troublesome the crises,
how muddle the tangle, how great is the mistake,
It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the tribulation,
A sufficient realization of love suppresses all