 | "I love you, Not only for what you are, But for what I am When I am
with 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." | |
