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've made of yourself
But for what you're making of me.
I love you for ignoring the possibilities of the fool in me
And for laying firm hold of the possibilities for good in me.
Why do I love you I love you for closing your eyes to the dischords
And for adding to the music in me by worshipful listening.
I love you because you're helping to make of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern but a temple.
And out of the words of my everyday not a reproach but a song
I love you because you have done more than any creed to make me happy.
You have done it without a word without a touch without a sign
You have done it just by being yourself and after all perhaps that's what love means
But for what I am when I'm with you.
I love you not only for what you've made of yourself
But for what you're making of me.
I love you for ignoring the possibilities of the fool in me
And for laying firm hold of the possibilities for good in me.
Why do I love you I love you for closing your eyes to the dischords
And for adding to the music in me by worshipful listening.
I love you because you're helping to make of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern but a temple.
And out of the words of my everyday not a reproach but a song
I love you because you have done more than any creed to make me happy.
You have done it without a word without a touch without a sign
You have done it just by being yourself and after all perhaps that's what love means