The easing of the heart is found in the little things, In the seemingly, inconsequential little things, Little things I long for each waking morning, Little things, with you, I have always sought. Little things, like dragging the brush through your hair, with your enchanting grace reflecting on sparkling glass, A kiss on the lips when the night breaks open to the day's radiant glow, Little things, like a conversation, spanning thousands of seconds _ like we used to, Lending a gentle hand, supporting your dreams, attentive to your every need. Little things, like filling your ears with words of heart-throbbing poetry, Stirring affection into every dish, for you _ the one I love. Little things, like endless nurture when sickness pays a visit. The reassuring "I love you" at the end of every call. These things, although little, These things, although minute, These things, although inconsequential, Brings a sigh of relief to my heart, Despite how cringe or whimsical they might seemingly be, I'd pick no other person to do these with, but, with thee.