I can hear the material rustling, as she slips out of her dress...
she's humming a little tune...says her dresser is a mess.

this is the girly ritual..she goes thru every night...
what joy she brings, with the little things, her presence..a delight

that's the magic love provides, not the big things, you can't measure...
the little things, day after day, that are the special treasure...

it's comfort knowing, she's always in there, tinkering with all the oils and polish...
girly smells...frilly things, still humming all the while..

how I miss the the companionship...the shadow of her smile

the little things
kalunda
tis the little things

teasingbrunette

The biggest part of a relationship are the little things, they after all, when compiled together, presents the very essence you what you have. I enjoyed this poem.

a wonderful piece!!!

Beautiful Anna x