Forputtingyourhand
Intomyheaped-upheart
Andpassingover
Allthefoolish,weakthings
thatyoucan’thelp
dimlyseeingthere,
Andfordrawingout
Intothelight
Allthebeautifulbelongings
thatnooneelsehadlooked
quitefarenoughtofind
Iloveyoubecauseyou
Arehelpingmetomake
ofthelumberofmylife
Notatavern
butatemple
outoftheworks
ofmyeveryday
Notareproach
butasong
Iloveyou
becauseyouhavedone
morethananycreed
couldhavedone
tomakemegood
Andmorethananyfate
couldhavedone
tomakemehappy。
Youhavedoneit
withoutatouch
withoutaword
withoutasign
Youhavedoneit