It's not the grand or glorious things you can give
That draw me to you like steel to a magnet;
It's the little things, insignificant to those
Who've never known love like we share.
It's the smile you wear each time we meet,
The tender way you softly breathe my name.
It's walking in rain or under starry skies,
Feeling your arms pull me closer to you.
It's stealing kisses any time we get the chance,
And it's those three words I'll never tire of hearing--or saying.
Yes, it's the little things that make me love you so.