A swift glance of you and it made me sway
Brushed through you and I felt the breezes of May
I tilted my head back to take another peek
What was it in your heart you seek?
Could it be a good and attentive listener?
Or perhaps a gentle pat on your shoulder
Maybe time is on your side
Maybe the weather today just don’t seem right
I pushed myself harder and took a turn
For I believed in something beyond reasons
That a hunch may means so much
It even beats the beautiful spring of March
And so nervously I held out my hand
Greeting you right before the yellow bus stand
You shook my hand and instantly I knew
There is more waiting to be continued….