Love (corinthians Ii:13) — Joni Mitchell

Although i speak in tongues Of men and angels I'm just sounding brass And tinkling cymbals without love--

Love suffers long-- Love is kind!-- Enduring all things-- Love has no evil in mind

If i had the gift of prophecy-- And all the knowledge-- And the faith to move the mountains Even if i understood all of the mysteries-- If i didn't have love I'd be nothing

Love--never looks for love-- Love's not puffed up-- Or envious-- Or touchy-- Because it rejoices in the truth Not in iniquity Love sees like a child sees

As a child i spoke as a child-- I thought and i understood as a child-- But when i became a woman-- I put away childish things And began to see through a glass darkly

Where, as a child, i saw it face to face Now, i only know it in part Fractions in me Of faith and hope and love And of these great three Love's the greatest beauty Love Love Love