I do not want to hold you in my mind
Just as you were when first we came to meet
For I prefer to know the you I find
By living with you - never yet complete,
Never made final, never done or set,
Forever changing as I change with you.
The people that we were when we first met
Are gone, and the time they lived is through;
Instead I want to see you as you are
And love the person you have come to be;
Not like the beam flung from a distant star
That can shed only its past light on me
But like the flicker of an inner fire
That burns with present love, trust, and desire.
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