The little things

The more I'm away, the more I think of you.
The moments tick by and I think more of you.
My family that does know you ask me and dress me for you, which makes me laugh.
Your eyes... your lips... the feel of your hair... the sound of your voice..
More.. more.. I want more... am I greedy? Is it bad? I can't help it.
Your voice I pine to hear it again... to close my eyes and let the feeling take me.
When you say my nickname you gave me, it makes me perk up and smile.
When I hear you call me in the morning and hearing your voice grumble to me...
These little things make me love you, as a person, and you... and how I love every inch of it.