I like you.
I like you in ways that haven’t been invented yet.
I like you in a dream house way.
I like you in the way you like the perfect song
Before it’s been written.
I like you in the way you like eggs on a Saturday morning
In the breakfast nook looking out over the river.
I like you in ways that have not been dreamed of yet,
In sixteen dimensions and on the other side of tomorrow.
I like things about you that aren’t even here now
But exist beyond behind and in front of you.
I like you because you are there to like
And you like it that I like you.