My Love:
Yesterday, as I passed your rectangular house on Trigonometric Lane, I saw your cute circular face, conical nose and spherical eyes standing in your triangular garden. Before that, my heart was a null set, but when a vector of magnitude from your eyes (at a deviation of theta radians) made a tangent to my heart, it differentiated. My love is a quadratic equation with real roots which only you can solve by a binary relation with me. The cosine of my love extends to infinity. I shall not resolve you into partial functions but, if I do, 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, meet me at Parabola Restaurant on date 10 when the sun’s angle is 160 degrees (sunset) and my heart will be a solved polynomial of degree 10. With love, from your higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, of an unknown function,
your ever-loving
Pythagoras.
e-Nagar
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