I Love You Not only for who 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 heart And passing over all the foolish, weak things that you can’t help. Dimly seeing there and drawing out, into the light all the beautiful belongings That no one else had looked quite far enough to find. You have done it without a touch, without a word, without a sign. —-Ginger West