介绍:
Love
I love you.Not 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're helping me, to make up the lumber of my life.
Not a tavern but a temple.
Out of the works of my everyday.
Not a reproach but a song.
Without a touch.
Without a word.
Without a sign.
You have done it.
By being yourself.
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