The Meeting

There she stands at the bus stop,

Quiet, serene, without a care.

Every day, come wind or shine,

There she stands, blue eyes, blond hair.

Here I stand, in shop window

Where I’m found `tween eight and nine

Just so I, can be ready

To see this beauty, princess of mine.

Of course of me, she knows nothing,

Never looking up to see,

Me just stand there, in time waiting,

Maybe one day, she’ll notice me.

It is quite odd, what she is wearing,

Nice blue skirt, and yellow top,

Just the same as I was dressing

The plastic model, in the shop.

Dose this mean that I have been noticed,

Or is it just another dream.

No a smile, and now she’s waving,

Perhaps we will now, make a team.

Now made contact, “will you come?

For a cocktail” she has asked.

“Love too”, is my answer given,

A dream come true, for me at last.

Now 12:40 soon be one,

I must be quick, keep steady.

Just the time for hair and coat,

Lipstick, bag, and ready…….