It isn’t like,

“It isn’t that I like her don’t be ridiculous” It’s not like her warm hazelnut eyes encapsulates my world or as if that smooth smile fluters me forgetting all my worries or obligations Or as the sun strikes her I cannot imagine how ignorant anyone can be to not adore her “Liking is a stretch it’s just that…” She seems like a dream, euthoria incarnate everything I have adored and yearned for in life She is like a ray of light Or a drop of rain A necessity for life A necessity for me I life without her seems like a dull life, she is the paint that brings life to the artwork Like the mona lose to divinci A stary night to Van Gogh She is my magnum opus, my work of art. “It isn’t that I like I, I love her.”