The driver looked at the passenger
Changed gear and urged the engine forward
Not a kiss was exchanged
but glances repeated
They pulled into the first florist
Carried a load of roses
Sunny greetings and morning puns
then back onto the road
Exhaust smoke deluge
Over the rough stone tarmac
Steering wheel requires force
carrying passion
Glances are traded
On one occasion contact is made
Holding two hundred meters from the curve
He knows her and she knows him
Courage is a form of love
In a truck that distributes such possibility
To so many unwilling lonely hearts
The driver and passenger among them
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