I like you like the first day of spring

Uncommon in the south

Like the wind that decides to blow only when your hair is in place

I like you like a deer’s first step

Innocent and unstable in all its imagination

Like rain when your depression is high

And all the world feels like an empty bubble

I like you for your imperfections

The flaws inside your soul

I like you on the days when nothing seems to go right

And your alarm refuses to wake you up

I like you

As simple as it seems

My feelings hang on to complicated beings