The Little Things

It's the little things, 

Like the way you make me blossom,

As if it were spring time.

The way you look at me from afar, 

Like I'm the only thing in the room.

The way words just roll off your tongue,

The words that just make me feel invinsible.

The way you always keep me nearby,

And never stray away from me.

And how much hope you've filled me with,

For we live in a world that is filled with so much chaos,

And yet through it all you still choose to love me.

That makes me love you even more,

For my love for you will always grow,

To be as deep as a void in the dark ocean,

And as bright as the beach on a sunny day.

 

 

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