Bee city stand was a lonely vigil,
Every morning until the bus came by.
But one day the cutest and the darkest ,
Met my eyes and gone were the sunsets.
Dark was she but her lips were rose buds,
But the best was that ,she could smile with her eyes.
That broke the ice and words flowed gently,
Slowly and steadily flowers blossomed.

I crossed the doorsteps and asked for her hand,
Her mother asked why my daughter is so dark.
Two years passed and so close we were,
Those sweet memories  are still so fresh and wild.
She was in a hurry to tie the knot,
I was not ready and asked for time.
One day she was there with a ring in her hand,
No longer was she mine why,why was not I bold.