Friend...

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 for yourself
But for what you are making of me.

I love you
For putting your hand into my heaped up heart
And passing over all the foolish weak things

That you cant help dimly seeing there
And drawing into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find.

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.