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TO THE EDITOR:

Valentine’s Day is right around the corner on Feb. 14. I have a beautiful poem that I have been waiting months to bring to you and your readers. I regard it as the most heart-stirring love poem every written by one who loves another.

I remember hearing this poem recited with violins playing in the background. And the same man always reciting it so long ago as radio days. And before television, too. But after television came, it seemed to become lost forever.

Several years ago, I found it on a wooden plaque at the Thrift Store. I regarded it as a precious find.

Please, Editor, print this poem in prose form for your readers, whom I am certain many of them will clip it out and put it in a frame to give to their loved ones. No doubt they are going to get a big hug or kiss when they do.

Sincerely,
Jackie Blessing

I Love You

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
By being yourself