If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have LOVE…
To Shakespeare, a story can be written in Comedy, History or Tragedy
Now, we heard them as plenty as fairy tale, romance, myth, anecdote
Horror, drama, thriller, crime, madness
Stories you so like to watch on repeat
Stories you so like to portray, forgetting that
Yours, is a Love Story worth telling
Love is patient.
All those mistakes learned and relearned
All those sadness and tears poured
All the heartaches that crushed then made you whole
are how your Love story was told
Love is Kind.
You may be under a hole
or on clouds that sour
Your skies may seemed gray
or blue and bright and gay
You may not be in control
No hope and all wrong
It does not Envy.
You might have kept your self away
With buried dreams in deep blue sea
Living, just for a day
It does not boast.
Most of the time you give yourself to the world
Most of the time, nothing will be given back to you
For all those times remember contentment
That indescribable happiness
Hold them gently within you
Notice, how that vibrates through
It is not Proud.
The world may shout at you
Asking you of the same questions you so wanted to figure
Lashing you of the things you’re done regretting
It did not… This world will never be
It does not dishonor others, 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.
You see, Shakespeare had it all wrong
There is only one type of story
A story so gentle, so pure, so true
You may look at it now like a tragedy or some bad history
Categorized it based on how you see through
With all those stacked problems waiting to explode like a bomb threat
Uncertainties waving in your shelf
Oh! You are written like the proverbial last will
Just wait and hope and have faith
Strive hard, be courageous, find strength
The world is excited for you to see
That Yours, is a LOVE story.
and LOVE never fails.
-Rejie-
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