These little things swirl in my head, around and around they go.
These little things my heart does dread, Up and down below.
These little ticklish feelings of joy bring blissful meetings thin.
These little stabbing needly things that bring on so much pain, they just make me grin.
This little one is a person I think I truly love.
This little bit of him that beats the calling doves.
I can see his face in my mind so far away.
But then it turns out today is yesterday.
And these little things swirl in my head, around and around they go.
