I love you not only for what you are
But for what I am when I'm with you.
I love you not only for what you've made of yourself
But for what you're making of me.
I love you for ignoring the possibilities of the fool in me
And for laying firm hold of the possibilities for good in me.
Why do I love you?
I love you for closing your eyes to the dischords
And for adding to the music in me by worshipful listening.
I love you because you're helping to make of the lumber of
My life, not a tavern but a temple, and out of the words
Of my everyday not a reproach but a song.
I love you because you have done more than any creed
To make me happy.
You have done it without a word, without a touch,
Without a sign. You have done it just by being yourself
And after all, perhaps that's what love means...
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