The Van

It'd pick me first, and then her,

It would be a sixty minute joyride,

The van.

That van is the witness.

as we first climbed each other's walls,

When while we shared earphones,

Somewhere I could hear my heart sing.

The van is the witness,

Your feet on my feet,

The first signs of our intimacy.

Somewhere in all the jokes,

Your laughs became my ecstasy ,

The van is the witness, 

Where I first held your hand,

To never let it go.

Where notes were passed,

Looks were shared,

In all those hidden kisses,

Somewhere,

Our love came to life.

And the van was the witness.

Author's Note

The Van refers to the vehicle which was our mode of transport to School.