《Love》
by Roy Croft
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 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.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.