There are times when we like someone n we dont know y.......
and the beauty of such relation is what makes this poem special one....

I Like You

I like you

And

I know Why?

I like you b’coz u r a gud person 2 like...

I like u b’coz when I tell u sumthing special

U know its special

And u remember it a long long time…

You say, “remember u told me something special.”

And both of us remember that something special..

When I think something is important , u think its imp too… 

v have GOOD IDEAS

 When I say something funny, u laugh

I think I’m funny , u think I’m funny too

 I like you b’coz u know where I’m ticklish…

And u don’t tickle me there

Except just a tiny bit…*&####)-

Sometimes…………….STOP!!

But if u do , I know where to tickle you too……………….

You know how to be silly…

Boy, are u ever silly?

I never met sillier than me

Till I met u….

I like you becoz you know its time to stop being silly

Maybe day after tomorrow

Maybe never

Oops its too late….. its quarter past being silly…

We fool around the same way everytime

Sometimes we don’t say a word

We snurkle under fences

We spy secret places

If I’m Goofus on the Roofus, U are one too

If I pretend I’m drowning, U pretend u are saving me

If I’m getting ready to pop a paper bag, then u get ready to jump

That’s becoz you really like me –hmm u Really like me…

Don’t U? and I like u back….

And that’s the way we keep goin everyday

If I go away, then  u go away,

Or if I stay home, u send me a postcard

You just don’t say… “ well, see u around sometime,bye!!”

I like you a lot becoz of that

If we go away together and I get lost

Then you are the one yelling for me

“hey where are you”….. “here I’m”

I like you becoz when I’m sad, u cant stand others being googly

Every single moment u want to know about things… it takes time u see

I like u becoz

         if I’m mad at you,you are mad at me too

Its awfull when other person isn’t phoney..

They’re just so nice, so Hoo-Hoo,

U could just punch them in the nose

I like you becoz when I think I’m going to throw up

You pretend you are busy looking at the birds & all that

You say, “maybe its something u ate” 

Or “ It happened to me one time”  and same thing did

If you find two Four-leaf Clovers, U give me one

If I find ,I give you too

If we find only three-leaf clover, we keep looking…

Sometimes we’ve good luck and sometimes we don’t

If I break my arm and if you break your arm too

Then its lot of fun to have a broken arm

You tell me about mine and I tell you about urs

We both are sorry, we write names and draw pictures

We show everybody and they wish they had broken arms too..

I like You becoz… I don’t know why…..?

But everything that happens is nicer with you…

I cant remember when I didn’t like you…I must have been lonesome then

I like you,

              Becoz

                            Becoz

                                      Becoz

Its fourth of july, no fifth of july

And if u n me had some drums and some horns and horses , and some fire engines

We could be a holiday,

We could be a celebration

We could be a whole parade

See what I mean, even if it was nine-hundred-and-ninty-ninth of july

Even if it was august …even if it was way down at the bottom of Nov

Even if it was no place in jan

I would go on choosing you

And u would go on choosing me over and over again

And that’s how it would happen everytime..

I don’t know Y

I don’t know really Y

I really like You

Why do I like you?

I guess I like You…

B’COZ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Poem by Rudyard kipling..... one of the poems that inspires anyone anytime..............................................

Welcome back

                                                          IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!