Love is patient, love is kind until you mix it with the complexity of the human mind.
Loves does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth yet it may not be enough to keep those human tongues from becoming loose.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres but human are rivalled by their own insecurities, so they question love, humans by design are pessimists so they give up.
Love never fails but a human does. Repeatedly. They let it scar them, scare them and stab them and then use it as a justification not to open themselves up to it completely ever again.
Love does not envy nor distrust but paranoia is a disease of the human condition.
Love is pure, love is simple until it meets the components of a flawed being.