Love,
The Little Things.
The brush of your perfectly made hair,
Pushing it to the side—
While it skates through the wind.
Holding your pretty glowing arms
In the sunrise glow,
You in that dress - that you picked out
Jumping through the fields
Happy as could be.
The late night talks.
Only our hearts can remember
The sound of your heart beat—
Matching mine—
While we talk about,
What is to be.
Our little playdates—
To our favorite spots
That only we know.
The sound of your voice,
That only calls to me.
All your little quirks,
That make my heart flutter.
Have you loved someone so much,
They know there your heart—
You know there your armor?
When you know your soul—
is one.
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 1:01 AM UTC
Love,
The Little Things.
The brush of your perfectly made hair,
Pushing it to the side—
While it skates through the wind.
Holding your pretty glowing arms
In the sunrise glow,
You in that dress - that you picked out
Jumping through the fields
Happy as could be.
The late night talks.
Only our hearts can remember
The sound of your heart beat—
Matching mine—
While we talk about,
What is to be.
Our little playdates—
To our favorite spots
That only we know.
The sound of your voice,
That only calls to me.
All your little quirks,
That make my heart flutter.
Have you loved someone so much,
They know there your heart—
You know there your armor?
When you know your soul—
is one.
Interlinked ❤️🔥
