In the quiet corners of our days,
A small love blooms in subtle ways.
With gentle glances and soft smiles,
It lingers warmly, mile by mile.

Through whispered words and tender touch,
This small love grows, it means so much.
In every heartbeat, every sigh,
It finds its place, it learns to fly.

Not grand or loud, but pure and true,
This love that’s shared by me and you.
It doesn’t seek the world to know,
Just quietly, it starts to grow.

Amidst the chaos, it remains,
A simple love that soothes all pains.
In every moment, big or small,
This small love conquers all.