Why do I love you. I love you not only for what you are But for what I am when I'm with you.
I love you not only for what you've made of yourself But for what you're making of me. I love you for ignoring the possibilities of the fool in me And for laying firm hold of the possibilities for good in me. Why do I love you I love you for closing your eyes to the dischords And for adding to the music in me by worshipful listening.
I love you because you're helping to make of the lumber of my life Not a tavern but a temple.
And out of the words of my everyday not a reproach but a song I love you because you have done more than any creed to make me happy.
You have done it without a word without a touch without a sign You have done it just by being yourself and after all perhaps that's what love means