In the fleeting bus ride of chance we met,
A moment's glimpse, a face I can't forget.
Your innocence adorned in gentle grace,
Captured my heart in that confined space.

Your presence, a breath of fleeting air,
A beauty beyond what words declare.
I stole glances, hoping you would see,
The admiration stirring within me.

Each passing mile felt like a stolen dream,
As I yearned for the journey's softest seam.
Wishing time to stretch its tender hand,
To linger...