It's The Little Things

​You’re the calm autumn wind,

The one that chills my feverish skin,

You’re the perfume of wood stove fires,

Of fresh coffee on to brew,

You’re the breeze through my hair, 

As I imagine you there,

You’re the daisies in the meadows,

We passed that one summer day,

 

You’re the rushing river current,

And drizzling of the rain,

Your voice melodic like the crickets,

Chirping under an aurora sky,

Your eyes the color of honey,

Doused in sunlight,

Intoxicating me slowly,

But if that’s my undoing,

I’ll be quite alright,

 

Your tone as delicate as footsteps in the snow,

Your gaze as strong as my will to cling,

To the sunset behind your eyelids,

Your gentle nature an addictive drug,

To a battered soul like mine,

Of all these central things,

That reminds me of you,

The most significant reminder, hands down,

Are the moments I spent with you.