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