Bus Ride Crush

Bus Ride Crush! - A Singing Poem

I was sitting on the bus,
Minding my own work.
Then I saw a beautiful girl,
Getting on the bus.
Look, bold - Hair curly,
Wearing western wear.
Her beauty was enough
To make me continuously stare.
She glanced at empty seat,
As if she was a falcon.
Locked the aim and beamed,
She was faster than cheetah's speed.
Then we both got off the bus,
At the same station.
I wanted to say hello,
But, alas, I had a cold!