Liking you...
Is like liking acid;
I know it'll burn me,
But I can't help but pour it on my skin.

Liking you...
Is like liking leaves;
It's there for one season,
But gone for the next.

Liking you...
Is like chasing the winds;
You know you can try to follow,
But there is no way of keeping up.

Liking you...
Is like liking colors;
It has many shades with so many layers,
To peel back and watch as beauty emerges.

Liking you...
Is like running into flames;
You know you'll come out burnt,
But you also know you need the heat it provides.

Liking you....
Is all so different,
But also familiar.

Liking you...
Can not be described using all the words and phrases in the English language;
It is something new and old,
Something scary and bold,
Something that can not be untold.