Math And Love

We need this trigonometric time and this idiosyncratic angle of view, stealthily pinpointed in that circle of sewing feelings. You must have been transforming their arc sine so many times to have triggered their zero values. Love has the same ratio as pi. You're a pirate, not a lover. It was told you, but you haven't given up ever since. Even so, love is still my reality & keeps hope in the philosophical number 2. 2 is not a number, but a fundamental notion of a pair. Too despaired to lose it, you make an effort to save this treasure called love when you search for the Divine. And this is worth much more to you than what you need to feel. Our parallel lines of life are tangents to this circle of wills that sends some secant vibrations. The idea of never meeting is, however, infinite. Your thinking becomes a mystery. You are my mysterious, unknown lover being a part of any equation. This way, you become Mister Y. You're Mister Y from 'yacking', ‘yelling', and 'for yourself', but you cannot be Mister C from, ‘Carry on', from ‘conscientious', and from ‘credible'. Our existence is getting old in new concentric circles. We try to extrapolate it to infinity. You may be my semi-infinity, but..... Poem by Marieta Maglas