Love in Small Increments

I love you more than I did the week before,
Little confirmations open every door.

A touch, a glance, a whispered word,
These quiet moments speak louder than heard.
Each day you show me, in ways so small,
That love isn’t fireworks—it’s the soft call.

Of trust, of patience, of simply being near,
Of holding my hand when the path isn’t clear.
These little things, they mean so much more—
I love you more than I did the week before.

Every kiss, each laugh we share,
Draws me closer, strips me bare.
It’s not grand gestures that make love grow,
But the subtle notes in life’s quiet flow.

The way you smile, the way you care,
The warmth in your eyes when you catch my stare.
Whoa-oh-oh! These little things, they mean so much,
Whoa-oh-oh! It’s the way you love, the way you touch.

Of trust, of patience, of simply being near,
Of holding my hand when the path isn’t clear.
These little things, they mean so much more—
I love you more than I did the week before.

With every day, I’m falling deeper still,
For it’s the smallest affirmations that truly thrill.