如他，弹着钢琴，唱着的那曲念白： Why 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 are you making of me. I love you for ignoring the possibilities of the fool in me, and accepting the possibilities of the good in me.
Why do I love you? I love you for closing your eyes to the discord in me, and for adding to the music in me by worship for listening. I love you for helping me to construct my life, not a tavern, but a temple. I love you because you have done so much to make me happy. You have done without a word, without a touch, without a sign. You have done by just being yourself. Perhaps after all, that is what love means, and that is why I love you.