I saw her at the bus stop every weekday morning.
She got the Number 12 to town at 7.50 just like me.
Sometime I’d see her on the way home as well.
She was beautiful. That was obvious for all to see.

I had an eagerness to see her from when I awoke.
She lit up my every day and stayed on my mind.
Occasionally we’d smile as we shared the ride.
I could tell just looking at her she would be kind.

Slender with light brown her and a perfect complexion.
Her eyes were brown with a look of gentle surprise.
Always beautifully dressed, she didn’t walk, she’d glide.
About this girl there was nothing at all to criticise.

Her voice was quiet and timid when she paid her fare.
She was polite and courteous and let others go first.
When she helped an elderly gent off the bus one day,
Her concerned look led to my heart being ready to burst.

I was totally besotted but I didn’t know her name.
No ring on her finger but she might be in a solid liaison.
I wondered what she thought of me, if she did at all.
I hoped beyond hope she might give me a sign; a come-on.

I dared to dream that she might become my girlfriend.
I wanted to act, to ask her name and may ask her out.
Yet I was fearful and breaking a bond that wouldn’t mend.
My mind was in a twirl. I was full of self-doubt.

Nevertheless I plucked up courage and asked her name.
I told her mine and asked if she’d like to meet on Saturday.
It felt like a lifetime till she answered, with a smile and yes.
I gave her my number and put hers in my phone straightaway.

We agreed to meet at noon, in a place we both knew well.
I couldn’t settle till Saturday, I was nervous yet excited.
Finally it arrived and Claire was a delight to be with.
When she said we must do it again I was delighted.

She’d laughed, I’d watched, we’d talked, she’d smiled.
The day is now squarely etched in our memory banks.
I now sit with her on the bus each day on the way to town.
We hold hands and chat and I always remember to say thanks.