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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
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May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 10:09 AM UTC
Too Few Numbers
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
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david-ian-baker
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May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 10:09 AM UTC
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