How lucky I thought I was
How happy I thought I was
How fulfilled I thought I was
How enticed I thought I was
Being understood by someone I used to pass
Sharing a smile with you on the bus
To have meet you in a brink moment in time
Aroused by your scent so optimum your prime
Talked in such a tasty yet fragrant manner
A smile so wide it outstretched the banner
Shed a light in the darkness of my soul
And reignited a taste in the bakers roll
After all is said and done
All that remains is a pun.