I Like You

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.