I Don'T Like You - Poem by Greg Oosterhouse
I have known you for a while,
And I have decided that this is true:
As I picture you and your radiant smile,
I tell myself that I don't like you.
The way you call me on my birthday,
And the way you write nice things in greeting cards,
Just leaves me with no other option than to say
The prospect of liking you is hard.
Your gentle kindness towards me
At times leaves me not knowing what to do.
Listen as I say this, I plea,
No, I don't like you, I love you!
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