Love
I
love you,
Not
only for what you are,
But
for what I am
When
I am with you.
I
love you,
Not
only for what
You
have made of yourself,
But
for what
You
are making of me.
I
love you
For
the part of me
That
you bring out;
I
love you
For
putting your hand
Into
my heaped-up heart
And
passing over
All
the foolish, weak things
That
you can’t help
Dimly
seeing there,
And
for drawing out
Into
the light
All
the beautiful belongings
That
no one else had looked
Quite
far enough to find.
I
love you because you
Are
helping me to make
Of
the lumber of my life
Not
a tavern
But
a temple;
Out
of the works
Of
my every day
Not
a reproach
But
a song.
I
love you
Because
you have done
More
than any creed
Could
have done
To
make me good,
And
more than fate
Could
have done
To
make me happy.
You
have done it
Without
a touch,
Without
a word,
Without
a sign.
You
have done it
By
being yourself.
Perhaps
that is what
Being
a friend means,
After all.
Roy Croft
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