“Love” by Roy Croft
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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 meThat you bringout;
I love you
For putting your hand Into my heaped-upheart
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 everyday
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.
《爱》作者：罗伊·克里夫特 (爱尔兰诗人)
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