I said to her “how can you leave me when you know that I love you?”
And she said, “Love, what do you know of love?”
She said, “I need a man who can prove to me that he loves me,
No better yet, I need a man who can put into words how he loves me”
And I said, “words, what are words when I love you like math”
She said, “Like math, is that how you think you love me,
You love me like….”
I said I love you like math,
Infinite and exact
And you cannot subtract from my attraction
Or reduce into fractions
Infinitesimal as the decimal to my point
I’m the equation to your quotients
The sensation of my devotion
Is the calculation to your notions
Exponential are my solutions
To the differential of your delusions
Confusions between love and sex
Too complex to divide or multiply
I am just an X looking for the answer to Y
I mean, why was this division your decision?
Why was the subtraction your action
Why was my formula rejected?
When my love was geometric
Like a line with a finish, without a start
That you cannot define, diminish or dare to break apart
Perfect as a circle
Trapped inside your trapezoidal truth
If love is your problem, this is my proof.