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I LOVE YOU
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I NEVER THOUGHT TO OFFER THANKS
I love you not only for what you are but for what I am when I’m with you;
I love you not only for what you have made of yourself but what you are making of me;
1 love you for putting your hand into my heaped up heart and passing over all the foolish weak things you can’t help dimly seeing there, and drawing out in the lighl 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 hut a temple, out of the work of my every day life 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 sigh;
You have done it by being yourself.
Perhaps that is what being a friend means, after all.
(Anonymous)
Marion: II was one of those shoe-repair marriages — a good soul and a run down heel.
I’ve always said my daily prayers For I thought that I should pray.
And so I learned the routine ones And said them every day.
They were the ones that someone else
Had written long ago
So they were never quite my own;
But how was I to know.
Just what to say to God that would Explain to Him my needs When I had everything I wanted?
I never thought of it as greed.
To ask for more and more of life;
For fortune and for great success With all about me friends to make And share my happiness.
And so for all the wealth of life —
The kind not stored in banks —
For just the breath I drew each day,
I never thought to offer thanks.
But now it seems that I grow wiser
With the coming of each day
And I am substituting “Thanks” for “Please”
When it’s time for me to pray.
— Elizabeth Smith
A Breakfast Club fan in Hot Springs, Arkansas, who has no hands or feet, frequently writes a long letter by holding a pen in her teeth.
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