The Bus Ride

Bright early morning, I have a smile on my face,

As I reach the bus stand, my heart starts to race,

I pray and hope she is there,

The bus rolls to a stop, the suspense is too much to bear.

There she is, sitting by the window,

With the locks of her hair falling across her face, akin to shadow,

Today is the day, no longer shall I be terrified,

I just pray that I don’t get tongue tied.

She travels the route daily at 8 in the morn,

I have spent over a month just being forlorn,

Now is the moment, which shall decide my fate,

For I have nothing to lose, without her, life is already desolate.

One by one, I step towards her seat,

Every moment akin to a herculean feat,

Oh I am scared, I am mortified,

But she is my destiny, I won’t be denied.

As I slide into the sear next to her, I wonder if I am mistaken,

By this angel, I would be forsaken,

Life has never been so exciting,

As our eyes meet, I see that she is looking at me, smiling.