It's the small things.
The extra hold on the door,
the quickened driving pace,
the gaze in "how are you?",
the few words that stuck,
the kiss on the cheek,
extra utensil in my luggage,
the sigh in "I miss you.",
the grip on my hand,
the little, not so little 'extras'.
One heart desire, one's heart Desire,
where all my springs are in You.
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