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 ,Butfor what youare making of me.
All the foolish weak things, That you can"t help dimly seeing there.
I love you, becaus you are helping me ,to make of the lumber of my life.
And for drawing ,out into the light, all the beautiful belongings.
You do not put me on the road as theinn but your hrart devout lemple
Tha tno oneelse had looked quite far cnoughtolind
So no one found my beautiful because on one beenhere.