You look in the mirror
At lines that were not there yesterday
And find a couple more hairs turned grey.
With a nervous glance at me,
You wonder if
I notice "Little Things."
Later, as I lay beside you
And sleep has closed your eyes
I think of the way you stroked my hair.
And how, before you hung my jacket,
You held it close to you.
I reach out and take your hand
And with all the Love the world has ever known
I bring it to my lips.
For yes,
I notice "Little Things."
