Little Things (Poem)

Little Things


I don’t need a big stone on my finger.
I don’t need a mansion on a hill.
I don’t need for you to move a mountain.
I don’t need so much to get a thrill.

It’s the way you softly touch my face,
the way you kiss my tears away,
the way you hold me ‘til I fall asleep.
It’s the way you sing me our love song.
The words are right. The pitch is wrong.
Is it no wonder that I fell in deep.
I’m so amazed, so blown away,
by the little things.

I don’t need a limo to escort me.
I don’t need to go out every night.
I don’t need more than your love to please me.
It’s the little things that make this love so right.

It’s the way you say, “I’m sorry,” first
to save my pride and ease my hurt,
the way you’ll pick a flower for my hair.
It’s the way we dance in the moonlight,
the way you talk to me all night.
You never cease to show me that you care.
Yes, I’m amazed, so blown away,
by the little things.