ЛюбовьЧто то хандра на дневнике - не обновляется. Ну да IT ему судья. Стихотворение называется "Любовь" и опубликовано под именем Роя Крофта в 1936 году. Вот этот шедевр: I love you, not for what you are, but what I am, when I am with you. I love you not only for what yo I love you, not for what you are, but what I am, when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but 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 frivolous and weak things that you cannot help seeing there, and for drawing out into the light all the beautiful and radiant things that no one else has looked quite far enough to find... 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 sign. You have done it by being yourself. Perhaps that is what being a friend means after all.
Смысл в том, что "я тебя люблю, говорит автор, не за то какая/ой ты, а каким/ой ты делаешь меня". Ну и немного сырца от меня. Не только я тебЯ люблю Не только я тебЯ люблю Ты хоть и светишь мне звездой, Буду рад ежели почувствуете и поделитесь. © Copyright: Александр Полюс, 2019.
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