Love is...

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. (1 Corinthians 13:4-7 ESV) It seems odd that me off all people quote something from the bible but it is a good book, I enjoyed reading it and I have a few different versions lying around the house. I like this quote not because it comes from the bible but becasue it has always been to me what Love is supposed to be about. Love is so supposed to be so simple and its all the other the complex stuff of the world that makes it hard. I am divorced and this is not a blog about that however that opened my eyes to the hurt that two people can cause each other and their children all in the name of love. I am a hopeless romantic at heart, I often put on this big tough exterior to most and some people even veiw me as a hearltess but I am truly a hopelss romantic. I like the flowers, candy and the opening of the door for me, I like respect, I like knowing the no matter what when I crawl into bed I get a good night kiss and an I love you whispered in my ear. I think we humans make it to complex, we worry about marriage (although for the record yes I want that again), the job, the car, the mortgage, instead of simply worrying is this person holding my hand happy today and if not how can I make it better? Can I listen to them, Can I take them to dinner, can I hold them, What is the one thing I can do no one else can. No instead we worry about who makes more money, who works harder or longer, who cleaned the toilet last or who walked the dogs. Its life that complicates love. I've spoken to many others on the subject, I've read countless books on it and during my divorce I even wrote on it, however I still find no answers for how not to let the complexities of life complicate love when it is such a simple thing. Some people are so scared of it they would rather be alone than willing to be hurt by love others want love so badly they make bad choices in the hopes of finding it for a moment. So me what do I want, I simply want the poem. I want love.