The little stuff

No more notes at the door
Wishing me a good day
No more home made puzzles
With an “I love you” on display

No more games on the phone
Of how will hang up first
No more butterflies in my stomach
Fluttering until I burst

No more walks by the moon light
Side by side and holding hands
No more learning how he thinks
And of is future plans

No foolish puppy love games
And no more corny little romance
No more giddy moments
And no more living room dances

But no more kisses at my doorstep
For now he follows me inside
No more fears of not impressing
For now there is nothing I need to hide

No more lonely nights
For now he stays the whole night through
No more hoping I won’t be hurt
For now I know he loves me too

The little stuff might change
And the puppy love might go away
But I’m married to my true love
And that makes me happy everyday

This was written to day during my 15 min brake at lunch. Hope you like it... I do!