BY CAROLE NICHOLS
The way you look at me
When you think I do not see;
The way you smile just so
When you greet me with hello.
The way you gently take my hand,
And rub that golden band;
The way you tell me that you care,
By the things you always share;
No matter what the day brings,
You please me with these little things.
The way you whisper soft and low,
Reassure me, so I always know;
The way you soothe my cares away,
With those little things you do each day;
The way you hold me like a child,
Your kisses, soft and mild;
The way you know before I do,
Just what I need to see me through;
With you my heart always sings,
Because of all these little things.
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