I love you

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 things 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 hleping 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.... You have done it without a touch, without a word, without a sign. You have done it by being yourself. Roy Croft