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Tuesday, June 22, 2004

love/sick

I'm at home. Sick, basically. I'm sitting at the computer because there's no exertion in this, and because when I lay down I start coughing. The two cups of coffee I had earlier this morning because I thought they'd feel good to my throat are probably not helping me get the rest I feel I need. But it did feel good going down, and it helped warm me when I returned home soaked and chilled from taking my son to work.

I should be in bed, and I'll try that again shortly. First, though, I need to post something here that I stumbled upon quite accidentally, and in what might seem an unlikely place: kate.nerdsluts.com. (Take a look at the site, it won't be what you might expect from the name.)

This is for L, my bottom and my swan:

I love you,
Not only for what 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 heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can't help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find.

I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple;
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.

I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.
You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.

"Love" by Roy Croft (1937)

posted by John | 8:38 AM [permalink]

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