Tuesday, November 14, 2006


This is a poem my niece read as part of our wedding ceremony way back in August of 1997. My favorite part is about my "heaped-up heart." That's how I felt then - that I had a heart heaped up with love and craziness and he found all the good bits. It's how I still feel, but now with extra heapingness™ because of The Girl. I miss The Hubby. Come home soon.

I Love You

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.

- Roy Croft


V said...

ahhhhh!~ you made me all teary sitting here at work. What a great poem, and what a great couple the two of you are.

I still wish I could have been there. Does that mean we have been friends for almost 10 years???

VenturaMom said...

i live to make you cry...

Yes beyotch, you & me are coming up on our 10 yr. friendaversary next year (or is it 2008?).

Rose-Colored Beer Goggles said...

aw schmoopie!