1 Corinthians 13: 1-13

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love,
I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 
If I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge;
if I have faith to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 
If I give away all I have, and if I give my body to be burned,
but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude.
It does not insist on having its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;
it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. 
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends.

When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought and reasoned like a child,
When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. 
For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face.
Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three;
but the greatest of these is love.