Or Maybe

It's the little things,
That make every moment
Ever so pleasant,
Or maybe it's just the way she sings

It's the little things,
Like her smile
That shines straight through heaven's aisle,
Or maybe its just the warmth her presence brings

It's the little things,
Like her eyes
That flicker with delight every sunrise,
Or maybe it's just the glint of Cupid's bowstrings

I hear my heart's rhythmic thump as I think of these little things
Or maybe it's simply the beat of her wings