POET: RAY KROFT
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'VE 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 FOOLISH
WEAK THINGS THAT YOU CAN'T
HELP/ DIMLY SEEING THERE.
AND FOR DRAWING OUT/ INTO THE
LIFE ALL THE BEAUTIFUL BELONGINGS
THAT NO ONE ELSE HAD LOOKED/
QUITE FAR ENOUGH TO FIND.
I LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE
HELPING TO MAKE/ OF THE
LUMBER OF MY LIFE NOT A
TOWER/ BUT A TEMPLE; OUT
OF WORKS/ OF EVERY DAY
NOT A REPROACH/ BUT A SONG...
*image from livejournal
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