O Amor

Even if I spoke the language of men or angels, if I didn't have love, I would be nothing... What would all these gifts be worth to me If love were lacking in me I could even speak in other languages

I would just be like a clanging cymbal And if my faith were so great As to move a mountain And if I gave away all my possessions What would they be worth if I didn't live in love?

Ah, love is patient It doesn't demand its own way, It's satisfied with justice And rejoices when truth prevails Ah, love is always kind And shows itself helpful as it is Never acts with arrogance It's greater than hope and faith

Ah, love, love is patient, is kind Doesn't envy, doesn't boast, isn't proud Doesn't behave rudely, doesn't seek its own interests Isn't easily provoked, doesn't keep a record of wrongs Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things Love never ends...