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....

                                                      AUTHOR UNKNOWN 


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