其实我介意

我愛你， 不光因爲你的樣子， 還因爲， 和你在一起時， 我的樣子。 我愛你， 不光因爲你爲我而做的事， 還因爲， 爲了你， 我能做成的事。 我愛你， 因爲你能喚出， 我最真的那部分。我愛你， 因爲你穿越我心靈的曠野， 如同陽光穿透水晶般容易， 我的傻氣， 我的弱點， 在你的目光裏幾乎不存在。 而我心裏最美麗的地方， 卻被你的光芒照得通亮，别人都不曾費心走那麽遠， 别人都覺得尋找太麻煩， 所以沒人發現過我的美麗， 所以沒人到過這裏。我愛你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.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 foolish, weak things That you can’t help Dimly seeing there,And for drawing out Into the light All the beautiful belongings That no one else had looked Quite far enough to find. I love you because you Are helping me to make Of the lumber of my life Not a tAVern But a temple; Out of the works Of my every day Not a reproach But a song. 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.