She is as beautiful as calculus,
Integrating the joy,
Differentiating the pain,
Always limiting it.
She is as beautiful as algebra,
She is constantly variable,
But also is variably constant,
The equation of my heart.
She is as beautiful as geometry,
The line of my life,
The origin of my Cartesian plane:
That dimensionless point.
She is as beautiful as a vector,
With the direction of my life,
Magnitude unknown.
She is as beautiful as infinity,
For she neither has a beginning,
Nor has an end,
And can't even be defined.
She is as unpredictable as probability,
The throw of a die,
Toss of a coin,
A moment there,
The next ...
She disappears into thin air.
She disappears into thin air.