How can I say this?

I, a writer, could give you a grand dialogue: but without actually showing you I care— it’s only hate speech. I could present you with well thought out arguments and statistics: but if it’s just to prove a point— I’m a bigot. I could risk ridicule and stand up for what I believe in: but if I only tell you half-truths— I’ve done nothing for my cause.

“Love is love”, they tell me?

Let me tell you about love.

Love is patient.
               I am sorry I have not stopped to listen to your story.
Love is kind.
               I am sorry I have said words that caused you pain.
Love does not envy, it does not boast.
               I am sorry I have thought myself better than you.
Love is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
               I am sorry I have put my own needs before yours.
Love is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrong.
               I am sorry I have only seen you for “what” you are, and not who you are.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
               I am sorry I have failed to show that God loves you.

Yes, I could tell you about love.

Or, I could show you…

Love always protects.
               I will put you first.
Love always believes.
               I will see the best in you.
Love always hopes.
               I will be better.
Love always perseveres.
               I will never stop loving you.

“Love is love”, they say?

          God is Love.

… And Love, never fails.