A lovers Shelter...

**My mam and dad are living proof that in this crazy world we live in, there's still love out there.I'm so proud of these ??**

A Lovers Shelter...

Waiting for the last bus home, trying to cherish that last kiss,
Young lovers, a gentleman called Fred, and a lady called chris,
Chaperoned by their brother so they could taste each others lips,
Ink stained finger tips with a seasoned smooch from salted chips,

Walking back from the kingdom hall,
Holding hands and beating hearts, 
This bus stop is a family story, still,
It was the time my dad lost his wedding ring,

Closely observed, this was their chance for a stolen moment, 
They loved each other at an early age, they knew, as hearts fluttered,
Nearly every night the same old man walked past and muttered,
I suppose he thought they were too young, as they kissed and cuddled,

This bus stop was their romantic thing,
Driving home on the number seven,
He proposed with an engagement ring,
It was like Christine was in heaven, 

Walking back from the kingdom hall,
Holding hands and beating hearts,
This bus stop is a family story, still,
It was the time my dad lost his wedding ring,

The ring fell out of his pocket, went under the wheel and got squashed in the tread, 
He must've told the truth as me and my brother live and they still got wed,
Excited to see his wife after football at Thompson park, he ran two stops down
After hearing this story, mam still laughs and says "the ring was never found"

Their 25th anniversary came, he presented matching rings engraved,
Now, 40 years on and one thing I realize, for love, it's never too late...
My dad, a romantic at a bus shelter?
My mam said he was a heart melter
So, the bus stop upon Carley hill,
Tells the tale about his gold ring,

Night after night in all different weather 
Young lovers in their very own bus shelter
Parents and elders said they were too young and that it wouldn't last
A little bit older but look at them now, still holding hands walking their path

This is LOVE...