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A Short Friendship Poem
This is Friendship
Poet: Mary C. Davies
I love you, not 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 frivilous and weak things
that you cannot help seeing there,
and drawing out into the light all the beautiful, radiant things
that no one else has looked quite far enough to find.
I love you for ignoring the possibilities of the fool in me
and for laying firm hold of the possibilities of good in me.
I love you for closing your eyes to the discord in me,
and adding to the music in me by worshipful listening.
I love you because you are helping me make
of the lumber of my life, not a tavern, but a temple,
and of the words of my days, not a reproach, but a song.
I love you because you have done more
than any creed 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.
After all, perhaps this is what being a friend means.
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