First love

Somewhere  sometime,
a girl, I met, in a bus stop en-route.
Reaching home back,
sight of her
started upsetting me -
a  kind of uneasiness
I had experienced never before;
a desire to see her again  -
why and what for, I knew not.
 
For days and weeks,
I drove car the same route,
slowing down at the bus stop,
but to  my dismay, there were
many others, not the one I wished!
 
My urge became stronger
and there I am at the bus stop,
half an hour before, and
staying back half an hour
with the longing to see her again -
unlucky, to find no trace of her even!
 
Back home, I was drawing her pencil sketch,
Eyes, lids and lashes drawn.
No sooner the pupil, bright and shining, was drawn,
she is there looking into my eyes straight alive -
and here I’m with an unfinished sketch though!