Love takes care of the little things, it's true,
Not grand gestures, but whispers soft and new.
A steaming mug on a cold and dreary morn,
A hand to hold when shadows seem forlorn.

A simple smile that chases clouds away,
A listening ear at the end of a long day.
Remembering dreams, the whispered hopes you hold,
A silent promise, worth more than purest gold.

These tiny threads, a tapestry so bright,
Love takes care of the little things, with gentle light.