I like you, but not like a crashing world,
A bliss that\'s overbearing, all unfurled.
I like you, and remembered what it meant,
A feeling that\'s true, and has been since early morn.
From the sun\'s first wake to the evening moon\'s shine,
I like you, and let that be a sign.
I like you, and I know you, I wonder too,
Your dreams and desires, what they mean for you.
It took me a second, but I got there,
With the quote that\'s dear, that I like you, I declare.
Every morning, I used to say, \"I like you,\"
For the next person, like is extra, but I do.
I like you, you\'re stronger than anyone knows,
And in the mirror, you don\'t see any cracks or woes.
They don\'t know your worries, they just see a face so darling,
I like you, and I\'ll let the world know, that it\'s not just a whimsy whirling.
But every day, when I wake up, the words I say,
Are \"I like myself today,\" and if they can\'t appreciate,
It\'s their fault, and they can take it up with God,
Go to hell, if I care, but by the way, I like you.
Nothing else left to say, it\'s true and plain to see,
I like you, and the world knows
it, so it\'s meant to be.