the little odds that i hold dear
keep me hanging on.
the piece of hair tucked behind your ear,
and dancing to our favorite song.
the tenderness in the corner of your lips,
when a smile creeps onto your face.
the feeling of our touching hips,
when locked in tight embrace.
those nights with you under the stars,
or in the early morning air.
the things that keep me going are
the times with you my dear.