Like...

Not too much, not too little

Just smile like I make it, 

Jump over and over

Perhaps I can touch to height.

Beautified faces see again and again

Mirror has to obey my rule anyway,

Say, "I look myself queen always."

Like a breeze can sway

Like a storm hold a rage, 

Some lie with truth mash

It is 'OK' life with both have. 

Like a rose with thorn made

Warmth face and soul shine in heart ease all the same. 

I like to see my shadow 

It can be my love, care, and true penny,

Also fight for those eyes

That limits my Felicity quite. 

I am constantly sharpening my way

By hard work ethic axe, 

Triumph of fall, It is all hell

Pocket of struggle meant to get

Okay... Okay... Sound of mine tell. 

I like to be strong, more strong

Gravity hold me once fell down,

If alone, I will find my inner trench

Or will have found in crowd, I would reach to that human self, 

Know the world and watering full of grace! 

I like be like whatsoever here

Cause I have felt my tale in every image well

Now I am waiting for new 'like' I am

Till last door of dwell!