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 are you making of me.
I love you for ignoring the possibilities of the fool in me,
and for accepting the possibilities of the good in me.
Why do I love you?
I love you for closing your eyes to the discord in me,
and for adding to the music in me by worship for listening.
I love you for helping me to construct my life, not a tavern, but a temple.
I love you because you have done so much to make me happy.
You have done it without a word, without a touch, without a sign.
You have done by just being yourself.
Perhaps after all, that is what love means, and that is why I love you.
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