It’s not about the conversation
That keeps us entertained
But it’s the way you look at me
That makes me feel sustained
The curve of your lips
And the kink in your hair
All these Little things.
That make me stop and stare
It is not your intelligence
That brought me close to you
It is not your sense of humour
That sends me all askew
It’s the touch of your hand
And the thoughts running in my head
All these Little things.
It’s not when we are talking
That I want to know more
It is not what you teach me
I have what I am looking for
It’s the quality time spent alone
And the time we sit in silence
All these Little things.
It’s not the job we work so hard at
Showing true commitment
It’s not those crazy habits
That give me great pleasure
It is the way you use your hands
And how you use in your leisure
All these Little things.
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