Silence Is Golden

It is not your conversation,
that keeps me entertained,
but rather the way you look at me
that makes me feel sustained.
It's the curve of your lips,
and the curl of your hair,
tis all of the little things,
that make me stop and stare.

It is not your intellegence,
that drew me close to you,
it is not your sense of humor,
that has thrown me all ascew.
It's the touch of your hand,
and the thoughts in your head,
tis all of the little things,
the things that don't get said.

It's not your vivid history,
that's made me fall in love,
it's not your comprehension,
of the world, or what's above.
It is your soft temprement,
and the way you smile at me,
tis all of the little things,
that make me want to see.

It is not when we are talking,
that I want to know some more,
it is not whilst you teach me,
I learn what I'm looking for.
It is the time we spend alone,
and the time in utter silence,
tis all of the little things,
that form a strong allience.

It's not the job you work so hard,
that shows your true commitment,
it's not your crazy habits,
that give me great fulfilment.
It is the way you use your hands,
and the way I have been chosen,
tis all of the little things,
why I know silence is golden.