Two years ago, we had our third
First date, although you may have heard
There’s some contention in our midst:
Should we be counting from that kiss
Which was third first, or maybe fourth
If you ask me? Except, of course,
There was the time we almost split,
So this is four-point-five, or fifth
Of our first kisses and first dates.
But then the Lad thinks we should rate
More highly still the times he asked
Me out officially; the task
Is now the way to figure those.
(How many times there were, who knows.)
So all that can be certain is:
Our third (fourth? fourth-point-five?) first kiss
Set us upon this primrose path.
So here’s to me, the Lad, and math.
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