Little Things
Little Things
You holding my hand,
making me feel safe.
Unity between us,
feeling comfy and ace.
It’s always the little things
that give us the most.
The gentle caressing,
your fingers stroking my ear.
Making me feel special,
and without worry or care.
It’s always the little things
that give us the most.
Telling me I am beautiful,
when no make up I wear.
Insisting I look absolutely lovely,
when you muck up my hair.
It’s always the little things
that give us the most.
Laughing out loud,
until my tummy almost hurt.
You beaming beside me,
makes life have such worth.
It’s always the little things
that give us the most.
Life with you beside me,
is beyond compare to most.
Truth is.. it’s a BIG thing,
and something to toast.
Copyright Elle Smith 2017
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