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 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 in 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 belonging's 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 work's of my every day not a reproach but a song i love you because you have done more than any-body 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 with out a word with out a sign 400 have done it by beeing yourself perhaps that is what being a friend means after all, i love

      poem of life

is life real??but no one really knows until they discover them selves

is there a god no one can tell until he comes down and prooves him-self

so alls i'm asking is life real if it is i'd like to know

 

       now I know this poem didn't rhyme but it came from the heart