We were prompted to write a love poem that "names at least one flower, contains one parenthetical statement, and in which at least some lines break in unusual places." I hope it is not too sacrilegious to rewrite the Bible... I was thinking about how good, true love is like a perennial that with some care continues to grow stronger and more beautiful year after year rather than annuals which are more of a fling born of lust, beautiful for a season, then gone. Anyway, the opportunities with I Corinthians 13 were just too good to ignore. Love is not impatiens,
Love is clematis. It is not celosia (which straight up sounds like it should be Spanish for Jealousy, but actually means "lattice"), [Love] is not pansies, It is not any annual, It is not ranunculus, It does not drain the gardener's resources, It is not snap- dragons It does not bloom over Injury, It does not root over Wrong doing, But roots with the truth. It blooms all season, Blossoms all season, Grows all season, Endures all season. Love is a perennial. If there are propagations, They will be brought to nothing; If tubers, They will cease; If foliage, It will be brought to nothing. For we grow partially And we propagate partially, But when the perfect comes, The partial will pass away.
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