La vie est très belle.


                       by Roy Croft

     I love you,

  Not 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’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


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