De-Morgan's Apartment,
Binomial Avenue,
United States of Matrices.
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 theta 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
of 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 is making an angle of 160 degrees, 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
Binomial Avenue,
United States of Matrices.
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 theta 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
of 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 is making an angle of 160 degrees, 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