A Mathematician's Love Letter
De-Morgan's Apartment,
Binomial Avenue,
United States of Matrices.

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 of a set.

The geometry of my life revolves around your acute
personality. My love, if you do not 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,
Pythagoras