Relocating To Elfland

Do I love you?
Or do I love an idea of you?
If I love you only as you appear to me now, my love is superficial
     and I have cheapened you
     for there is more to you than appears
          I know this
          or so I think
If I do not love you as you appear to me now, my love is conditional
     perhaps idolatrous
If I love you as you are, regardless of what appears, my love is presumptuous
     for who can know what another truly is
     and love it, without loving an idea?
If I love you only as you are, my love is without memory, and without hope
     moreover it is possessive
     neither seeking nor remembering your highest good
If I love an idea I have of you, my love is for what may be
     or for what was, and is no more
     or perhaps for what was, and is still, but is not seen
     and are you then loved as you are?
What then of love?
Yet for all this I do love you
I love you for what I have seen
     for what I see
     and for what I have not seen
I love you for what you have become
     for all you have lost
     and for all you may yet be
For my love is the love of God
     which remembers what you have been
     sees what you have become
     and hopes for what you shall be
          again
          and beyond again, for the end is better than the beginning
This is the love of Him
     who knows the end from the beginning
     the beginning from the end
     and all that lies between