It’s True

I like you.

It’s true. It’s true.

Not for those curls.

Though you have them a plenty.

Not for that smile.

Though it’s as gorgeous as any.

Not for those eyes.

Though I could stare at them all night.

Not for your beauty.

Though looking away is always a fight.

I like you for all that you do.

It’s true. It’s true.

For the joy you bring me when we speak.

For the fact that you’re always ever so sweet.

For the fact that you’re truly so much fun.

For all the times I hear you say, “I’m done.”

It’s true. It’s true.

I like you.