When we met the first time
You stood at the bus stop
With blue eyes, blue leggings
And matching gloves
I asked you about the number 42
And as you turned to look at me
I was blinded by your beauty
You smiled and explained
That it would be a long wait
I struggled to find words
About bus timetables
Looking down at my phone
I wanted to say much more
And hear your opinions on everything
But words escaped from me
I was blinded by your beauty
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And I walked away
In the wrong direction
Embarrassingly turned around
Walking back again once more
To be blinded by your beauty
You smiled at me again
And I smiled back
And then I was gone
And you were gone
Now just a memory
Of possibilities
An incidental encounter
Where nothing much happened
But melancholy for me
Because I was blinded by your beauty
Unless by chance we meet again