Over and over again I read those words; at least twenty times in all. At first my heart and mind were hung up on what I did wrong; I'd dishonored, I'd boasted, I'd lost hope. I felt guilty for not living up to love's standard, and worse I felt completely inadequate in its presence.
Yet, when I reread love's words again, objectively this time, my eyes landed on it keep no record of wrongs. I realized that I'd been doing exactly that; logging and tracking mine and others actions and behaviors and in doing so had been holding love at an arms length.
Love's stream is constant and its gifts and lessons are here for me every single moment.