It's Confusing to Count the Ways
What is it about you that I don't like;
Over confusing paths may have to hike;
Roads leading down which will eventually
Always return and end back up at me.
Your dislikes seem to be same as mine,
Which on sun does continue to shine;
Compared to mine yours are similar;
Have seen them before and are familiar.
Lack of patience and understanding;
Being over-bearing and too demanding;
Telling a story every once in a while;
Treating others like they are on trial.
I could probably write a huge, big book
With all of the things I did over-look;
But I forgot and failed to mention above;
Its always each other we always will love.