Our love is a math problem.
If we divide our faction.
We're left with only fractions
And mixed number reactions.
If we subtract
All that we lack
We've severed ourselves no longer intact.
And if we add
Something we wish to have
We upset the ratio so... so bad.
So then I ask why
Not multiply
Our cries?
And find our lowest common pride.
And simplify
Our lives
Into groups of maybe five.
Well if we do
We'll shrink to a basic size
That will surely find our demise.
So do we take off the bracket
You wear for a jacket
And group our like terms?
No, no... it will burn
To infinity
To put so many clashing expressions
In one vicinity.
Oh well... this problem seems much too dense for me...
Oh hell... we'd best stay inside our parentheses...
You should subtract your life... that would multiply my joy!!!