I wake up and think of him
His smile, his light brown eyes
The little things that make me love him
The way he glances at me when he wants
to know what I'm thinking
The way he stares at me then tells me he loves me
The little things that make me love him
I go to sleep and think of him
The little things that make me love him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem