Saturday, April 05, 2008
Love feels no burden,
thinks nothing of trouble,
attempts what is above its strength,
pleads no excuse of impossibility...
It is therefore able to undertake all things,
and it completes many things,
and warrants them to take effect,
where he who does not love would faint and lie down.
Love is watchful and sleeping, slumbered not.
Though weary, it is not tired;
though pressed, it is not straitened;
though alarmed, it is not confounded...
thinks nothing of trouble,
attempts what is above its strength,
pleads no excuse of impossibility...
It is therefore able to undertake all things,
and it completes many things,
and warrants them to take effect,
where he who does not love would faint and lie down.
Love is watchful and sleeping, slumbered not.
Though weary, it is not tired;
though pressed, it is not straitened;
though alarmed, it is not confounded...
what we could have been, 8:37 PM.
