I recently discovered your song “Little things” and all that I can say is WOW.  I’ve probably listened to it a million times and I just don’t get tired of it.  It’s totally cheesy…completely corny…but it appeals to the hopeless romantic that I am deep inside. There is a part of me that becomes complete mush at the thought of a guy serenading a girl…writing her a song or a poem or just a simple, but beautiful and honest love letter. The leaving of a single hand-picked wild flower or the gentle seemingly thoughtless touch in passing.

I mostly blame the parentals for this hopelessly romantic streak I have.  I am very blessed to have parents that after 36 years of marriage are still in love, still hold hands, still kiss and send loving and sickeningly sweet messages to each other and what I realised most last week…are completely miserable without each other. I think they are singlehandedly responsible for my belief that true love exist, good men are still alive, couples should always support each other, trust each other completely (definitely a vital building block), men should be chivalrous, women should behave like ladies and that one simple gesture can be filled with more love than any amount of words could ever explain.

So bear with me as I share with my readers the sickeningly sweet words of this song and share a part of my hopelessly romantic heart:

Your hand fits in mine
Like it’s made just for me
But bear this in mind
It was meant to be
And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me

I know you’ve never loved
The crinkles by your eyes
When you smile
You’ve never loved
Your stomach or your thighs,
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I’ll love them endlessly

I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do
It’s you
Oh, it’s you they add up to
I’m in love with you
And all these little things

You can’t go to bed without a cup of tea
And maybe that’s the reason that you talk in your sleep
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep
Though it makes no sense to me

I know you’ve never loved
The sound of your voice on tape
You never want
To know how much you weigh
You still love to squeeze into your jeans
But you’re perfect to me

I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it’s true
It’s you,
It’s you they add up to
I’m in love with you
And all these little things

You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you
You’ll never treat yourself right, darling, but I want you to.
If I let you know I’m here for you
Maybe you’ll love yourself like I love you, oh.

And I’ve just let these little things slip out of my mouth
‘Cause it’s you,
Oh, it’s you,
It’s you they add up to
And I’m in love with you
And all these little things

I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it’s true
It’s you,
It’s you they add up to
I’m in love with you
And all your little things

Regards
The Hopeless Romantic
xxxx