I love you not only for who you are, but what I am when I’m with you.
I love you not only for what you done to yourself, but for what they‘re doing to me.
I love you because you have done more than it has any faith to make me better,
and more than it did to make me happy every fate.
You did it without a touch, without a word, without a nod.
You did as yourself.
Perhaps, after all, this means being a friend.