Love at First Sight: An Urban Romance

“A bus I seek that’s station bound,

I walked from there this morning.

But, oh! my leg it’s hurting now,

I’d like a bus returning.”

“The buses they don’t run from here,

But yonder left they turn in,

Near where the roadworks are you’ll find

The bus stop that you’re yearning.”

“But then it’s still a way to go

To reach that intersection.

And though my leg must suffer more,

I thank you for direction.”

  

“But why not let me be the cure,

For, my! you are so pretty.

I’ll lend my arm, so come with me

And rest the leg you pity.”

  

“A funny deal you do propose

To help my leg recover.

Perhaps you think that through your grace

My leg will be won over?”

“My arm will serve as you desire,

Your heart it would win over

And even should the rains come down,

Then I would lend you cover.”

“Why must you dream of thunderstorms,

So you can find me shelter?

When now my leg is burning hot,

And while you speak I swelter.”

“Then come at once back to my place

Let me blow your pains away.

The sun will hide its jealous face,

Darkening as our shadows play.”

“I had a feeling from the start,

That when we met, it was fate.

My sorry leg has touched your heart,

But what if it were just a bait?”

“Walk on by, dear maiden fair

And I will always think of you

And how you stood so sorry there,

Wondering if this love were true.”

“My mind was never more made up

My heart never felt so sure,

But when my leg has found relief

Would you still your sweetness pour?”

  

“Come gentle nymph across thy sea

Of petty uncertainty.

I will rid you of all trace

Of the worry in your face.”

“Then seal the pledge upon my lips

That you’ll ever faithful be

To me, the stranger from afar

Whom you happened once to see.” 

(They kiss in passionate embrace)

What next? no information —

The transcript ends: it’s left to grace...

And your imagination.

–okei

The image is "Le Coquillage" (The Shell) 
by Jean-Baptiste Valadié (born 1933).