The Epistles

A VALENTINE EPISTLE PIECE BY:

Author

Grace Asante

Love is patient. It doesn’t stand at the gate or wait in the car honking every few minutes. It doesn’t complain about lateness tirelessly, never giving the other person a break.

Love is kind. Like opening a tightly shut bottle for me without me asking when I’m struggling, or buying a bracelet for me because I fancy it, or getting me a random a gift because he can.

Love is not jealous of Winston Duke or boastful or proud or rude especially when offended or hurt.

Love does not demand its own way. It listens to the opinions of others with an open heart and mind. It gives others the benefit of the doubt.

Love is not irritable; it doesn’t have terrible mood swings and it keeps no record of being wronged. It doesn’t keep and pull receipts at a later time. It doesn’t keep a grudge waiting for Karma to do its thing.

Love does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Even if it hurts. 

Love never gives up, even when the seemingly obvious thing to do is give up, never loses faith even when the logical thing to do is to move on. 

…is always hopeful, for better days and better times and endures through every circumstance because that’s what love does.

1 Corinthians 13 : 4 – 7 [NLT] Paraphrased