Saturday, November 11, 2006

brother and uncle...



WITHOUT A WORD, WITHOUT A SIGN


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 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.
Anonymous

1 Comments:

At 6:25 pm, Blogger Unknown said...

too beautiful.
Thinking of you

 

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