This is a love-letter (poem) from someone special to someone more-special
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 weak things that you can not 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 me everyday, 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
thanks.