What I like about you
What I like about you is indescribable
It´s a unwritten poem
It´s better I pick my battles to marvel
I'll continue liking you and won't explain you
What I like about you is the secret
Every word too much is already a risk
Because what was so
very special before quickly becomes too general
Is it your voice? Is it your Hands?
Well, your whole being captivates me
To describe you, it'd take volumes of books
It's better if I just simply say: I love you!
What I like about you, it´s without any questions
Also a part of what's within me
That what I hope for, also what I moan for
Everything that I'm missing within myself
Sometimes it´s the way you walk
And sometimes it´s your laughing
Sometimes it´s your impudence, sometimes your rage
One description is not enough – What should I do?
What I like about you: Your way of being is good to my soul
What I like about you is the secret
Every word too much is already risk
Because it´s become general too fast
That was has been so very especial before