Lover or Haters of Math

Don’t be in doubt

And don’t dare to cut

Cause you are reading a poem of love

Love never fails to amuse me

Whenever I go, I find glee

They’re not selfish or even tired to see

Old things in thee

It’s not about the look,

‘Cause those who do is a crook

Love is a nook

Of everything accepted without a hook

If you truly love a person

It shouldn’t be in season

Every second and day should be in motion

Of real devotion

Not taken for granted

and shouldn’t be taunted

Time and Love should be mounted

Like brothers and sisters or friends naturally planted.

Love is like a Math Equation

At first it leads you to confusion

But results always give you the right direction

Be warned ’cause it has also different conclusions

But even if they differ

You know that it would always come out as a winner

Just like a Pi whose value is the ratio of any Euclidean plane circle’s circumference to its diameter

Irrational as a number

But in notes, I want you to know

That 3.14 signifies

“You. I love (never ends)”