Or…

Is it my dancing
The way I can let my spirit free
Feel the moment
And keep a beat

Is it my joking
The way I can turn a comment
Into something light
And find the laugh

Is it my smarts
The way I know so many random useless facts
Have a sound opinion
And the ability to put it in words

Is it my silence
The way I can listen to stories
Hearing all extremes
And lock them inside

Is it my valiance
The way I fight for weaker ones
Stopping bullies around
And not allowing a whisper

Is it my experience
The way I learned from life
Staying naive and open
After knowing the dark

Or is it my smile, or my laugh, or my body, or my voice, or….

Please tell me
what you were thinking,
When you said to me
“I like you”

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