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What Is Love?

Hello. Happy third of July. How was your yesterday? Mine was wonderful. My church had an Independence Day celebration after the service. (If it hadn't been a short notice thing, I would have invited you guys.) After that, I went swimming at a friend's house with my youth group. It was super fun. I drove to my friend's house, on the way I saw my friends. I beeped at them like "Hi guys! Look who is driving by themselves." (They are both older than me but I got my license first.) I learned that The Flash swims faster than me though. (Not too too much faster, but faster nonetheless.) I need to fix this. At youth we played a game and I won a $2 bill. I feel pretty privileged. I think my brother is sneaking candy or something out of the pantry...🤔 He is out now.
It is kind of grey outside, I think you guys need something to make you smile. Here.
 Have some cute fuzzy cows. You are welcome. SO, question of the day, What is Love?
Shakespeare has an answer for that through his lovesick teenage character, Romeo. He says,

Love is a smoke raised with fumes of sighs:
 Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes:
Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

Ah, dear Romeo. Could you have said that better? Now, God's answer to this question. 

1 Corinthians 13:4-8King James Version (KJV)

4 Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,

5 Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;

6 Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;

7 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.

8 Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.

I chose King James version because it was written around the time when Shakespeare was alive. Also I am partial to King James. For the beauty of the poem, I enjoy Romeo's definition more. I know it is a human answer and therefore is not the ultimate reality, but he's not wrong either.  I wanted to make sure that you guys all know the true definition of love though, because I don't want you to go do something ridiculous and then be like, "Cowgirl said..." 
My coffee got cold. That is sad. I lost my writing rhythm. Saturday I wrote a poem. Mom didn't like it though so I will not be posting it. Tomorrow I intend to make a "Page". I am not entirely certain what those are supposed to look like, but I encourage you to check it out. I think that is all for today. Have a great day.


Wait, One more thing:
Smile, it looks good on you. 🌞

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