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 helped make 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 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 helped to make of the lumber of my life - not a tavern - but
a temple;
Out of the works of my everyday - not a reproach - but a song...
Author
Unknown
"Forsan
et hae olim meminisse juvabit"
("It gives me pleasure to remember these things")
Virgil
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