My Dear Love,
Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house in trigonometric lane.
There I saw you with your cute circular face, conical nose and spherical eyes,
standing in your triangular garden.
Before seeing you, my heart was a null set, but when a vector of magnitude
(likeness) from your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my heart, it differentiated.
My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots, which only you can
solve by making good binary relation with me. The cosine of my love for you
extends to infinity. I promise that I should not resolve you into partial functions
but if I do so, 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, if you do n ot meet me at
parabola restaurant on date 10 at sunset, when the sun is making an angle of 160
degrees, my heart would be like a solved polynomial of degree 10. With love
from your higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, of an unknown function.
Yours ever loving,
7th Cross. Binomial Avenue,
India of Matrices – (a+b)^2