Counting Blessings
One heart reflected in two different faces.
One goal, though we started in different places.
Inspired to find something we really treasure.
If love's a fetish, you're my guilty pleasure.
Cause no matter what, i cant get enough of you.
Never encountered anyone that means as much as you.
Hate and love, hard for me to separate the two.
Sometimes, i hate that i love you as much as i do.
My possessiveness entails enough evidence.
That at times, my emotions outthink my intelligence.
Forced issues to have your priorities in line.
And i cant ask nothing short of keeping me in mind.
The ups and all of the downs we've been to.
Butterflies emphasizing the times we've been through.
Smelled emotions in the air, i was scared at first.
Yet, i was counting my blessings and there you were!
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