I love you not only for what you have made of yourself,
but for what you are 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

Why do I love you?

I love you for closing your eyes to the discords
and for adding to the music in me by worshipful listening

I love you because you are helping me to make of the lumber of my life,
not a tavern, but a temple;
and out of the words of my every day,
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 by just being yourself.

After all, perhaps that is what Love means

--Roy Croft