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May 2010
I count the reasons of love, and I name them all
A list that keeps growing as I count just one more
And I keep counting more, and I’ll keep adding to it
I only fear I know too few numbers

Is it the warmth of another against your own skin;
Is it the comfort of knowing nothing else matters;
Is it the joy within your thoughts as you stare in their eyes;
Is it having no reason to ever be sad?

Is it the pain inside when you can’t be so near;
Is it the fear of losing it all if you aren’t too careful;
Is it the awkward moments that make you want more;
Is it the paranoid thoughts that anything could go wrong?

It seems to me that all of these reasons and thousands more
Are all their own reasons for experiencing love
And I keep counting more, and I add to my list
I only fear I know too few numbers
Written by
David Ian Baker
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