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.