Love

When I see my friends as mirrors and let myself sink into whichever emotion awakens in me, I feel love. Simply love.
I found this poem on the internet a long time ago, and I have tried to find out more about the author, but there is not much.
So I'll just quote the beautiful poem here.

Love


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,
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.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.

by Roy Croft