All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.

I never had a selfless thought since I was born. 
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through: 
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn. 

Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek, 
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin: 
I talk of love —a scholar’s parrot may talk Greek— 
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin. 

Only that now you have taught me (but how late) my lack. 
I see the chasm. And everything you are was making 
My heart into a bridge by which I might get back 
From exile, and grow man. And now the bridge is breaking. 

For this I bless you as the ruin falls. The pains 
You give me are more precious than all other gains.

CS Lewis