Love Never Fails

- Corinthians, a sign says. The impulse is to laughter. Irreligious. But then the move to reinterpertation follows fast spurred by desire to find a way to understand the phrase. To salvage a hope it is true. What does fail mean after all? Fail us. Let us down. Cease. Stop, full stop. One hypothesis: it's not love if it ends. But I don't believe those words. Another thought: if love never fails, it's us who let love down. Hard to deal with a human failing, a drop of responsibility on our part. But better to take the blame in order to resurrect the concept, the eternal nature of love itself. What about adding an infinitive to make love infinite. Love never fails. Love never fails to inspire a longing for, a reverence for, or glorification of love. Love loves to love love. The greying man going down the street hunched protectively over and armful of the reddest roses. All these people in pink hopeful and trimmed with red. The package in the mail from home. Home. The poems and paintings and songs and stories endlessly, unfailingly dedicated to love. Even satirist Pope goes and writes out of character the passionate Eloisa to Abelard so we can read all that unfulfilled human burning on Valentine's Day with Professor Patterson and postulate the panting poem says sublimation, subsitution of divine for human love will not work and analyze syntax, juxtaposition, repetition and then just sit back and be swept away with the wordy fire that never fails to move me.