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've made of yourself, but what you're 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 looking past all the foolish weak things that you can't help plainly seeing there. And for drawing out into the light 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 everyday,
Not a reproach, but a song.
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