My world stops when your brown truck rolls by,
Every Tuesday, Thursday, a twinkle in my eye.
You stride to my doorstep, a package in your hand,
And I'm a mess of giggles, completely unplanned.
My heart does a flutter, a skip and a beat,
When I see you approaching, oh, you're so sweet.
I try to play it cool, but my cheeks turn bright red,
Wishing for more than just the words that are said.
Sometimes I miss you, a note on the door,
And my day feels empty, I want to see you more.
Just a glimpse of your smile, that's all that it takes,
To mend all my worries and soothe all my aches.
I whisper some words, a hint in the air,
"You're gonna get me in trouble!" you say with a stare.
A married man, I know, it's a forbidden dream,
But a girl can still wish, or so it would seem.
So roll on, brown truck, with your precious freight,
Bringing not just parcels, but a glimmer of fate.
And maybe, just maybe, one of these days,
My UPS man will look at me in a new way.