(So it’s a story of a guy who saw a girl sitting across the room at this party… well let me tell you how it goes)
It’s the little things that matter,
a little smile at the corner
of her mouth,
a glittering desire at the bottom,
of your heart,
To hold her hand,
tug her, in your arms.
All from a little smile
igniting the greatest moments of bliss,
Man, let’s not even talk about the kiss!
It’s the way her shoulders turn away
from her drink to your story
The shoulders that carry a patient and
listening gaze
The shoulders that manoevre an
interrupting nod.
“It’s the little things that matter.”
Ever heard a chuckle of a little child,
The warmth it brings,
The love it springs.
Even Kanye West might change “Heartless” into “Heartful”
Oh wait, Baby Saint did it already.
It’s the little things that matter,
If you don’t believe me,
Please take a delicious trip to Brioche,
Or simply Ask Melania
About Trump’s hands. (It’s rigged, he says)
On a serious note though.
Before you know it,
Tonight you won’t sleep,
Thought deep,
Your heart, beating like thousand feet
Your fingers fidgets
debating whether to dial
those couple of digits.
You close your eyes,
Hoping to bring clarity in your brain,
But hey buddy boy…
“The affairs of the heart
ain’t no business of the mind.”
It’s the little things that matter…
(Wait, Let’s just do a little recap on how we got here)
“All from a little smile,
Stretching her beautiful lips,
igniting the greatest moments of bliss,
Man, let’s not even talk about the kiss!”
H.M.K
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