The Little Things

Those calls from work

Just to tell me that you love me
The attached little card 
That came with the flowers
The little note
Left in the morning on the mirror
That suddenly appears
When I step out of the shower

Soft kisses on my cheek
When you think I am asleep
A how ya doin honey, how was your day?
A warm soft hug behind me
While I do the cooking
A little nibble on my neck
While I put dishes away dishes

Oh its the little things I treasure
Oh how they brighten up my day
Making love to you brings me much pleasure.
But its the little things 
That keep us together
Those little things
Will make me love you forever

Those peaceful walks
Out in the moonlight
The making up
After a small fight
The way you take me in your arms
And touch my face
Those little drive to watch
The "submarines race"

How could there be love
If we just lived day by day
No special moments made
For thoughts of yesterdays

Those foot massages
After a long day of work.
Making dinner
When Im just too tired to cook
Those for no reason whispers
To tell me that you care
Those sly come hither looks
While youre sitting in you chair

Oh its the little things I treasure
Oh how they brighten up my day
Making love to you brings me much pleasure.
But its the little things 
That keep us together
Those little things
Will make me love you forever

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