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I adore you, not only for what you are, But for what I am  when I am with you. I treasure you, Not only for what you have made of yourself,  but for what You are making of me. I appreciate you, for the part of me that you bring out. I admire you for putting your hands Into my heaped-up heart and looking over all the foolish, weak things inside me. 
I cherish you because you have done 
more than anyone 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 happy means after all. 
I adore you, not only for what you are, But for what I am when I am with you. I treasure you, Not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what You are making of me. I appreciate you, for the part of me that you bring out. I admire you for putting your hands Into my heaped-up heart and looking over all the foolish, weak things inside me. I cherish you because you have done more than anyone 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 happy means after all.
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