you know i see you well,
but i also wish u know
that I still like u
the same amount

as the days when we part & hug for long goodbyes
to the day our night talks make us chant a silly lullaby.

as the day when both of us felt sad at night
hesitating to close the book that even hasn’t been started.

i still like you,

as the day when you took my hand so shyly
to the day u bluntly asked me to be ur valentine.

and i hope i will keep seeing you vividly,
day by day,
flying through the ups and downs of time
but i want to keep liking you,
as i did,
when i first let my guards down
or the moment when I felt your warmth,
and got lost in your big tight hug.

with electric sparks firing in my heart,
and the dancing butterflies in my stomach
i don’t want to stop liking you less,
than the actual amount,
of when i first felt that I truly like u back.

some days I feel like a queen of blue jazz
or the queen of rock
but when you play my favorite song,
oh god,
strings of my soul immediately unlock.
and the rest of the world seems to halt.

through your love, my darling,
i see a kaleidoscope of hues
an alternate world so bright,
it shines like a blazing star.

indeed, I like you
as the day when the spring flowers bloom,
roses turning red, and violets blue.
and i want to keep liking you
through all four seasons and beyond
not the same amount
but thousand times of after-like