Red Roses for a Lady

I have written this one for all the people who wish they had acted a bit sooner rather than later to pursue their dream.

Red Roses for a Lady

She’s always there at eight o’clock,
Queueing for our bus,
And I’m always there behind her,
Wishing..’we’ could be an..’us’.

I’d really like to tell her,
Just how I really feel.
That I’d like to buy her presents,
Or take her for a meal.

I’d like to get to know her,
Find out just what makes her tick.
I have a million questions,
But the bus arrives so quick.

What is her name? where is her house?
Has she come far? or is she local?
My mouth seems full of cotton wool,
I would sound just like a yokel.

But I can feel that we have empathy,
When we stand there face to face.
There’s a definite connection,
And my heart begins to race.

I stand and look into her eyes,
Then my knees begin to shake.
And then I blush and turn away,
Afraid..that it was all a big mistake.

Next time I see her at the stop,
I’m going to say hello,
And I’m going to ask her loads of things,
Before we have to go.

And so I thought I’d get a grip,
Am I a man or just a mouse?
When Valentine’s Day arrived at last,
I set off from my house.

Ten red roses clutched in my hand,
Heart thumping in my chest.
Will she be at the bus stop,
Will she think that I’m a pest!

She IS there..looking beautiful,
At the back end of the queue.
So I tap her on the shoulder,
Lift the roses into view.

As she turned to face me,
An arm slid round her waist.
A macho voice said..”sorry I’m late”,
My heart sank, as they embraced.

The man looked at the roses,
Then frowning..looked at me.
I said..”Roses for your lady”?
“Each stems only 50p”.

All my dreams were shattered,
He bought every single one.
And I walked away with a broken heart,
Well…what else could I have done??

© Martin Silvester. 5/2/2017.