It may seem that to me you're nothing more
Than that guy on the bus.
The one I hold hands with,
And talk to.
It may seem that to me you're just a friend
That I happened to make,
And it doesn't faze me
When you get off so many stops before me.
But you mean more to me than you realize.
Although I sometimes hesitate to tell you,
Sometimes I hesitate to talk,
I know you don't knoe it -
But you mean a lot.
You understand me more than most,
And you don't pry me when I don't want to talk.
You always make me smile.
You're what I look forward to each morning.
I doubt you realize this -
How could you know?
To me you're much more
Than just that guy on the bus.
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