I love the little things
That make you you.
And the little things
That you'll always do.
The way you care
And how you show it.
I wouldn't dare
Think to split.
How your eyes look
In any light.
Like a babbling brook
But never trite.
How your poetry
Ignites my senses.
I must agree
I've dropped my defenses.
You've spoken to me
But not in speech.
I can't wait to see
How far we'll reach.
My love for you
Will continue to grow.
Within me, you imbue
Emotions that are aglow.
Don't alter
The little things.
But make an altar
For our hearts to sing.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 3:35 AM UTC
I love the little things
That make you you.
And the little things
That you'll always do.
The way you care
And how you show it.
I wouldn't dare
Think to split.
How your eyes look
In any light.
Like a babbling brook
But never trite.
How your poetry
Ignites my senses.
I must agree
I've dropped my defenses.
You've spoken to me
But not in speech.
I can't wait to see
How far we'll reach.
My love for you
Will continue to grow.
Within me, you imbue
Emotions that are aglow.
Don't alter
The little things.
But make an altar
For our hearts to sing.
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