My Dear Love,
Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house in
trigonometric lane.
There I saw you with your cute circular face, conical
nose and spherical
eyes, standing in your triangular garden.
Before seeing you, my heart was a null set, but when a
vector of magnitude
(likeness) from your eyes at a deviation of t radians
made a tangent to my
heart, it differentiated.
My love for you is a quadratic equation with real
roots, which only you can
solve by making good binary relation with me. The
cosine of my love for you
extends to infinity. I promise that I should not
resolve you into partial
functions but if I do so, you can integrate me by
applying the limits from
zero to infinity.
You are as essential to me as an element to a set. The
geometry of my life
revolves around your acute personality. My love, if
you do not meet me at
parabola restaurant on date 10 at sunset, when the sun
will be making an
angle of 160 degrees with our horizon, my heart would
be like a solved
polynomial of degree 10.
With love from your higher order derivatives of maxima
and minima, of an
unknown function.
Yours ever loving,
PythagoraS
