It's not your conversation that keeps me entertained, but it's rather the way you look at me that makes me feel substained. It's the curve of your lips, and the curl of your hair,this the little things, that make me want To stop and stare
It's not your intelligence, that drew me closer to you, it's not your sense of humor, that throws me all ascrew it's the touch of your and and the thoughts in your head, this the little things, that don't get said
It's not your vivid history, that's made me fall in love, it's not your comprehension of the world, it's your soft temprement, and the way you smile at me , this is the little things, that make me want to see you again
