She was so late, to wake that day,
She did things quick, no time to fix
He hair a mess, no makeup to flex,
Just her true self, without the masks.
At the bus stop, outside her house,
She read her email, upon her phone,
A crowd of six, waiting as well,
But one watched on, her focus not there.
He said “hello”, so quiet and calm,
She looked up quick, all stunned to respond,
Just the smile, that hide her hello,
He’s handsome alright, her thought surprised.
The bus arrived and on they got,
Packed and full, they stood so close,
She looked at him, he smiled at her,
She brushed her hair, still shy and wondering.
Ten stops left, she noticed his book,
“I love Dan Brown,” her words now hooked,
He looked at her, his eyes so blue,
She heard no words, but he spoke on.
He’s so beautiful, she pinched herself,
A simple thought, that made her soft,
Her beating heart, alive at last,
But then she remembered, no makeup on her.
She tried to hide, her bareness and pride,
He leaned closer and whispered the answer,
She felt so free, this guy gets me,
Now calm and loved, she relaxed and talked.
By Julius Fa