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
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.
I love you
Be­cause you 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 a touch,
With­out a word,
With­out a sign.
You have done it
By be­ing yourself.

– Love — Roy Croft