When a fool loves a foreigner, he loves her solely for herself and himself. Maybe he savors her qualities -- her smile, her hair -- but he shares not her ambitions. He shuns her friends; he despises her father; he is hated by her mother; he is disgraced by her brother; he loves not her god; he speaks not her tongue. Indeed, he enjoys this tree much, but only for its fruit.
But you I love for all parts. I make my desires accord with yours. I accept your friends as my friends, and count your family among my own. Because I love you, I also love your culture. I want to hear your lilting language, and welcome its syllables into my heart, and greet you each morning with new words. Yes, even your god I love! I love each root and fruit and stem of this tree: your whole soul, and all its attachments.... ...and that makes twice the fool of me!