There's such tiny things you do;

so small that you don't realize

how much you can delight me,

or how much you can hurt me,

how you make me smile or

how you fill me with desire,

how proud of you I can be;

just how much you mean to me.

It's tiny things that make me stop,

stop and think, think and realize,

be amazed that I'm here with you.

It's often in the tiny things

you make me glad with joy anew.

But I can be bad at the tiny things,

I'd like to give to you so greatly,

silver, gold, and diamond rings,

I think so high and so much

that I know I forget,

I forget the tiny things.

That's how I feel, at least,

how of myself do I perceive,

and I want to know what

about me you believe,

but no matter what,

I can always do better,

better in the tiny things.