Notonlyforwhat

Youhavemadeofyourself,

Butforwhat

Youaremakingofme.

Iloveyou

Forthepartofme

Thatyoubringout;

Iloveyou

Forputtingyourhand

Intomyheaped-upheart

Andpassingover

Allthefoolish,weakthings

Thatyoucan’thelp

Dimlyseeingthere,

Andfordrawingout

Intothelight

Allthebeautifulbelongings

Thatnooneelsehadlooked

Quitefarenoughtofind.

Iloveyoubecauseyou

Arehelpingmetomake

Ofthelumberofmylife

Notatavern

Butatemple;

Outoftheworks

Ofmyeveryday

Notareproach

Butasong.

Iloveyou

Becauseyouhavedone

Morethananycreed

Couldhavedone

Tomakemegood

Andmorethananyfate

Couldhavedone

Tomakemehappy.

Youhavedoneit

Withoutatouch,

Withoutaword,