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.