I love you
Not only for what u r
But for what I m
When I m with u.
I love you
Not only for what u have made of urself
But for what u r making of me
I love u for the part of me
That u bring out.
I love you
For putting ur hand
Into my heaped up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That u can’t help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite fat enough to find.
I love you
Because u r helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern but temples
Out of the work of my every day
Not a reproach but a song.
I love you
Because u have done
More than any creed
Could have done to make me good
And more than any fate
Could have done to make me happy
You have done it without touch
Without a word
Without a sign
You have done it by being urself
Perhaps that is what
Being friend means, after all.