I'm in Love with a Firefighter

I see him sometimes, when they all get gas. He waves at me. My heart goes 'pitter patter, pitter patter.' (And no, I didn't drink any coffee that day.)

I don't even know his name, but I think I love him.

I wrote a poem for him. Trouble is, I'm not going to hang out at the gas pumps all day to give it to him. I thought about mailing to the fire station, addressed to 'the cute fireman' and let them sort it out.

I don't know what to do. Heck, for all I know he's married.

But I still think I love him.