
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 what you are making of me.

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.

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