这是RoyCroft的一首诗.全文：Iloveyou,Notonlyforwhatyouare,ButforwhatIamWhenIamwithyou.Iloveyou,NotonlyforwhatYouhavemadeofyourself,ButforwhatYouaremakingofme.IloveyouForthepartofmeThatyoubringout;IloveyouForputtingyourhandIntomyheaped-upheartAndpassingoverAllthefoolish,weakthingsThatyoucan’thelpDimlyseeingthere,AndfordrawingoutIntothelightAllthebeautifulbelongingsThatnooneelsehadlookedQuitefarenoughtofind.IloveyoubecauseyouArehelpingmetomakeOfthelumberofmylifeNotatavernButatemple;OutoftheworksOfmyeverydayNotareproachButasong.IloveyouBecauseyouhavedoneMorethananycreedCouldhavedoneTomakemegoodAndmorethananyfateCouldhavedoneTomakemehappy.YouhavedoneitWithoutatouch,Withoutaword,Withoutasign.YouhavedoneitBybeingyourself.PerhapsthatiswhatBeingafriendmeans,Afterall.