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 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 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
De-Morgan's Law,
7thCross. Binomial Avenue ,
heart of Matrices -(a+b)^2.