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 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 accepting the possibilities of the good in me.
Why do I love you?
I love you for closing your eyes to the discords in me, and for adding to the music in me by worshipful listening.
I love you for helping me to construct of my life not a tavern but a temple.
I love you because you have done so much 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.
Perhaps after all, that is what love means. And that is why I love you.
