Besotted Again

Buses come and leave,
Passengers board and alight,
Few wait and some leave,
All-day long, at the site,
One sits with beliefs,
A Bus that took his light,
Took the rose, left the leaves,
And thorns with blight,
Waits for the bus of thieves,
Who stole away all his delight.

Some saw and perceived,
An idler sitting in vain,
Some blessed, few curses received,
Still there sits, clothes with stains,
A beggar, some believed,
But he awaits hate's bane,
With what everyone is weaved,
He waits for a dream, as it rains,
And the bus has arrived,
While he falls for her again.