Little Things

The crinkles by your eyes
Your dimple when you smile
The freckles on your cheeks
The way your hands fit in mine like its meant to be
The sight of you squeezing into your jeans
your voice over the phone when we have our midnight conversations
All of your insecurities
it's you they add up to
I'm in love with you and your little things.

by Makinwa Victor

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Such a dumb
He lives to learn, in life's hard school How few who pass above him Lament their triumph and his loss, Like her, because they love him. Nicely written and well communicated. Sylva-Onyema Uba
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