Little Things

It’s in the way you say my name,
Not loud, but soft, always the same.
In the quiet mornings, in the still of night,
Your love is there, like gentle light.
It’s not the big words or grand display,
It’s the little things you do every day.
Love isn’t perfect, but it’s true,
And I’ve found that truth in you.
We don’t need much, just a hand to hold,
In this world that can feel so cold.
Through all the chaos, through all the noise,
You’re my calm, my quiet choice.
It’s not the big words or grand display,
It’s the little things you do every day.
Love isn’t perfect, but it’s true,
And I’ve found that truth in you.
In every look, in every smile,
You’ve made my journey worthwhile.
It’s not forever that I need,
Just you, beside me, indeed.
It’s not the big words or grand display,
It’s the little things you do every day.
Love isn’t perfect, but it’s true,
And I’ve found that truth in you.