In the reflection of lust, you may need fixed

In the image of love, you are a work in progress

In the reflection of lust, you may be disposable

In the image of love, you are irreplaceable

In the image of lust, you may be broken

In the reflection of love, you are complete

In the reflection of lust, you may take a number

In the image of love, you are the one

In the reflection of lust, there may be possessions

In the image of love, there is always progression

In the images and reflections of lust and love

What you choose to see yourself through matters