In anticipation of my first first date in quite some time, I offer you this (wish me luck!):
If someone were to calculate my life,
And lay it all on paper for to see
In plain black ink my joy as well as strife;
To calculate the sum of what is me
I hope that he's an algebraic whiz
For variables aplenty he would find.
And central to the answer of this quiz
Is the girl who still exists inside my mind.
I haven't met the one to say forever;
At least the one to mean it, anyway.
He'd have to be astonishingly clever
To solve it, but perhaps she's on her way
Essentially, the thing it's building to:
There is a chance I'm searching here for you.
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