Bus stop, January 6, ’94

What’s going on? Suddenly I sing a song.

I’m tingling, a nightingale singing.

With thoughts of you, my heart flutters too.

I look in your eyes, it’s joy I cry.

Wait. We go too fast.

I want this happiness to last.

Let’s walk a while, I want to see your smile.

Let’s enjoy each other, without space we’ll smother.

If we go slow, time is ours to know.

And tomorrow will come, my sweetheart you’ve become.

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