Little Things

Those red red roses,
The kisses on noses,
The whispering at night,
In barely dim light.
Stealing glances
From far away,
That smiling
In that way.
Wishing morning,
Waving goodnight.
Waking up early,
To talk the night.

Those little things
That make a whole.
Those little things,
Make the stomach roll.
Those little things,
Which matter more.
Those little things,
Make us love more.

 

 

September 28, 2010

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