Bus Stop Heaven

The first time I laid eyes on beautiful him I was on my way to work only fifteen years of age sober with a heart that longed to be taken Each morning I said hello my tongue glued and my eyes gelled. I knew he had it bad when he let the bus go by and waited for me. that smile could melt the sun and bring it back again, and again. Forty five years later still married to my one and only glove fit man he brings me flowers from the garden every day. He's my Sun-ray.