Love…
…is magic. Someone asked me what the happiest day of my life was. I closed my eyes and felt a joyful tear run down my face as I thought back to the day when you first told me you loved me.

19th Century Victorian poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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.