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 will bring out…
I love you for passing over my foolish and weak traits,
That you can’t help but see…
I love you for drawing out into the light my beauty,
That no one else had loved quite far enough to find…
_thank you for loving me_
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