What I like...

Escribí este poema hace alrededor de un mes, cuando estaba tratando con todas mis fuerzas de no ilusionarme, funcionó pero me quedé con el poema, bastante cursi btw:

I like your brown eyes, and the way you smile,

I like how tall you are, and the fact that when Im with you I cant tell a lie,

I like your big hands, and also your hair,

I even really like how long are your legs.

I like the sound of your voice, the smell of your clothes,

God, I know it sounds bad but I like you at all.

The thing is that I like you and I cant change that,

The thing is that this poem has no rhyme at all.

I like the way how you sit, and the way how you pray,

I like the way we met in the very first place.

I like you at all, and no, I wont lieç

Its just that I had to tell you so I wouldnt die.