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 parts of me that you bring out.

I love you for putting your hand into my heaped up heart and passing over all the frivolous and weak things that you cannot help seeing there and drawing out into the light all the beautiful and radiant things that no one else has looked quite deep enough to find.

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I love you for ignoring the possibilities of the fool in me, and for laying hold of the possibilities of the good in me. I love you for closing your eyes to the discords in me and adding to the music in me by worshipful listening.

And you have done it without a touch, without a sign, without a word; you have done it by being yourself."