Waving from a Train Bound for Aveiro

It's little things,

Standing still,

Eyes closed,

Looking up,

Inhaling the rest of it,

That keep the priorities straight.

It's big things,

Midnights making schematics,

Losing speaking terms,

Taking sides,

Generation gaps,

That strengthen the heart.

It's beautiful things,

Dinners,

Holding hands,

First days,

First dates,

That keep the pages turning.

It's rare things,

Revelations,

Being smitten,

Laughing where you can't breathe,

Finding your centre,

That keep us young.

It's you,

It's you,

It's you