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,