I was nervous that first time, out in
the park.
I might not have dared if it hadn't
been dark.
I'm sure you and I both remember the
theater.
You've probably forgotten the parking
meter.
I walked through a blizzard to get to
the bridge,
As sweet as any of the places we've
repeated.
I can never decide on which is our best
kiss,
Until I concede that it's whichever is
last.
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