It's the Little things that I miss
Like the warm and tender kiss
It's something solid and stable
A loving look at the breakfast table
Sharing all of our pet peeves
Playing together in the leaves
It's knowing without need to explain
Walking together in a soft gentle rain
It's watching together for the first star
And laughing about the dent in the car
Knowing you don't have to pretend
He is more then a love ,he is also your friend
The little things that aren't there
When you haven't anybody to care
There is little happiness living brings
Without the litle things