It is not your conversation
That keeps me entertained
But rather the way you look at me
That makes me feel sustained
It’s the curve of your lips
And the curl of your hair
T’is all of the little things
That make me stop and stare
It is not your intelligence
That drew me close to you
It is not your sense of humour
That has thrown me all askew
It’s the touch of your hand
And the thoughts in your head
T’is all of the little things
The things that don’t get said
It’s not your vivid history
That’s made me fall in love
It’s not your comprehension
Of the world or what’s above
It is your soft temperament
And the way you smile at me
T’is all of the little things
That make me want to see
It’s not when we are talking
That I want to know some more
It is not whilst you teach me
I learn what I’m looking for
It is the time we spend alone
And the time in utter silence
T’is all of the little things
That form a strong alliance
It’s not the job you work so hard
That shows your true commitment
It’s not your crazy habits
That give me great fulfilment
It is the way you use your hands
And the way I have been chosen
T’is all of the little things
Why I know silence is golden
