It is the little things.
The joy her smile brings,
and the way she calls my name.
It all plucks my heartstrings.

I'm not quite sure,
Why it´s all such a lure.
I know I'm the one to blame.
But her love is just so pure

This love will not stop.
I pray, my heart, she does not drop.
Cupid has taken his aim
And this is not a fable, like Aesop.