What is the Truth?
What is the truth?
I like you.
A lot.
Lots.
Maybe too much.
no.
no that's not possible.
You make me happy.
even if three thousand is a number,
You make me laugh.
My white teeth shine every morning.
All because you are you.
You are smart.
Among the most intelligent,
to ever grace my presence.
Yet you are not quite present.
You care.
In other words
You would always be there.
Clever always
slightly a pace before my own.
Creative in such,
you will construct your own throne.
The person that lays
under that beautiful hair
deserves.
That soul is worthy.
I just like you,
and I like you a lot.





