FIRST LOVE

You sit on the bus each day.
I am glad you travel my way.
One day the bus broke down.

And I carried your shopping, from the town.
I wanted to tell you that day.
I had met you along time away.

You used to pass my Mothers shop.
And if you did walk in.
My head would be in a spin.

You only live two streets away.
For all I'd known.
You could have lived miles away.

Each time you did pass by.
I tried to catch your eye.
My friends said ask her out.

But by then luck had run out.
You had moved away.
But this time I am not going to wait.

I'm asking you at your gate.
Let me take you on a date.