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 hoping 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 love1