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What is it that you like in me?
Can I ask you, do you like me?
And if you can answer, what will it be?
And if you do like me, why do you do so?
What is it in me that you like?
Do you like me for what I am, or for what you wish I would be?
Do you like my smile, my eyes or my sound?
Or is it my behaviour which held your mind?
My ways which you find pretty and dear,
Near to you, forever near.
Or is it my mind which you liked,
Which you and you alone could read,
Or is it so that you read it not,
And only liked what you thought you would find,
But then if you know I am not what you thought,
Will you not like me, and favour me naught
It is coz of this that I want to know,
Before it is too late to see and know,
Why is it so that you like me now,
And may not do so in the future any more,
Coz if I know, I can sit and decide,
Whether you like me, or is it my mere pride,
Which makes me feel so, when truly it is not,
And it is my mere visage you like,
For I want you to like me, knowing who I am,
My real self, my mind and my soul within,
And not just the outer mask I put on,
For that is what I want in a true friend.
Dedicated to my friends.