My dear whole number,
Amor, we stand side by side in the number line,
without you my life is incomplete
I am a broken integer when we don't calculate,
I am the perfect square when I am by your side,
I cant wait until we have our mathematical miracles,
little three, baby eight and Timmy ten,
I thank our creators, Archimedes, Brahmagupta and Newton,
I have to part my love, war in the front line ain't no matrix,
the roots of our expressions have taken a difference in denominator's,
The metric system is hot on our perimeter,
They have radius our diameter,
I cant wait until I get out of this prism to be by your line,
good bye my love,
Square Root
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That was a neat poem!
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