Love does not boast

I have a small dilemma

I’ve got two friends you see

It’s just, they don’t seem to get along

I wonder, could you help me?

There names are ‘love’ and boast’

Honestly, I’m better acquainted with one than the other

But I can’t stay friends with them both

And it’s proving to be quite a bother

I could describe them as water and oil

They just can’t exist together

They can’t even be in the same room

Let alone be seen with each other

‘Boast’ does pretend to be ‘love’ sometimes

But God is not a fool

He knows ‘Love’ in it’s purest form

He IS love after all!

Have you ever met love before?

I hope you’ve seen us hanging out
He’s not like the love in the movies you know

Or the fraud pop stars sing about

He’s not really a feeling at all

And certainly doesn’t have to feel good

Sometimes he involves pain and suffering

But is committed where other’s never could

I don‘t like to be seen out with ‘Boast’

But he’s often lurking

He revels in the limelight

So ‘Love’ is repulsed by him

‘Boast’ always puts himself first

Drawing all the attention

His appearance means everything

And so we have this tension

These two are incompatible

So it’s got to be ‘Love’ or ‘Boast’

‘Boast’ can’t be ‘Love’ and ‘Love’ can’t ‘Boast’

And there’s no room for them both

I think I’d rather have ‘Love’ in my life

Even though me and ‘Boast’ go way back

Love is selfless, humble and modest

And without him I know I lack

My speech despite it’s eloquence

Is like a clanging gong

But when I’m with love it’s melody is sweet

So sorry ‘Boast’, you’re gone!