Love Poem: BUS STATION BEAUTY

BUS STATION BEAUTY

Waiting inside the bus station
I see her there she is a BEAUTY
she is. The wind blows the door
To the station open. Her soft dark
Long Hair flutters she sees me. Her
Magenta lipstick colors Her full
Lips. "Hello." Caught. In the moment.
I wasn't sure which one
Of us spoke first. It was magical
Nonetheless I confess a BRILLIANT 
DAY! This display my APPRECIATION 
for LOVE  aah! Love love love! My
Heart My heart stutters!





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