If the length of my life is immeasurable,
Then I’ll say “I love you” to the nth power.
I know better, because deep inside,
my heart shouts out that “you’re its congruent.”
Every time I glance at you,
I realize the square root of all my torments.
For your presence intersects infinitely
the core of this love I profess.
What problems should I solve to appease you?
I’d equate all means and medians.
Listen to me as I transpose,
the values of the x- and y-intercepts.
Please say that you are equally in love
and I’ll prove any theories in an instant
There is only you in my midpoint
You are the answer to all equations.