What I Like

What I Like

I like the way you look when you smile
It draws me near from a long distant mile

I like my fingers running through your hair
To be so close and tell you I care

I remember the day I felt our hands touch
The soft of your skin I’ll remember so much.

I like the times you make me feel smug
The feeling I get from the warmth of your hug

I like the moments that cannot compare
To feelings of hope that we seem to share

I like your laugh and the sound of your voice
Whenever you sing or just making noise

Your eyes–they shine–like a bright morning star
Mysteriously distant but never too far

I like these things and I know you can see
I like the friend that you’ve come to be