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Little Things

Is it the little things,
That get your attention.
I open the door,
I let you in.
I pull out the chair,
So you can sit down.
Is that what you like,
Like to see your man do,
Do for you.

Is it the smile,
That helps you through the day.
When it rains outside,
Inside we sit together.
When life is quicksand,
I hold your hand and never let go.
Is that what makes you feel,
Feel better about yourself.

Is it the past,
That brings joy to your life.
I remember when we met,
And we look back.
I save every note and letter,
For us to reflect later on.
Does it warm your heart,
When I save everything,
Everything we did and say.

A rose,
A dozen roses,
For you and forever.
I can't believe it's been,
Been as long as it has.
It seems like only yesterday,
That we had first kissed..
This love of ours,
I hope will never end.

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