1st Corinthian 13
4Love is patient, love is kind. Love does not envy, is not boastful, is not conceited
5or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;
6it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.
7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres
8Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for languages, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end.
The song: Rainy day people
Yes! I think of love as the realist of real ppl, places, things. My first memory before I had language was of a felt sense that I was well in being. Then there was a time I had my first friend & lover. It was, like in your excellent poem: “a dream come true”! All my empty depression vanished! I was filled with blissful thoughts and making good memories in those days! Your line: “Love is good on a rainy day.” Made me think of The song “Rainy day people” by
Gordon Lightfoot from his Album: Cold on the Shoulder (1975)
Likewise “love is hard work” in so many ways too! I’ve loved and lost love over and over. Teh hard work, for me, is trying to figure out why & how to have love, to love & be loved, how to honor it so it wants to stick around!
leaning on something strong…
(When is your best time of day? For me it’s 3AM. I’m a night person)