Not only for what you are,
But only for what Iam
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 are bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
In to my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can't help
Dimly seeing there
And for drawing out
In to the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite for enough to find
I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
Not a temple;
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song …