Who are you? and where did you come from?
I love you so much and yet I don't know your story.
We're proof, you and I,
that love comes out side of fully knowing.
How did we both end up here in this place together as we are?
What is it that draws two people together?
I won't claim to know.
I - the wizard of algorithm -
have yet to find a constant formula,
a consistent equation of explanation.
Your humor and cleverness plus my wit and fire
divided by our mutual sarcasm raised to the power of two.
The recipe of us:
a mathematical prescript with a solution of love and
a limit that does not exist.
More complex than what can be written on a page,
unbounded in potential by discrete definitions.
I don't need a proof and I don't need a story;
I love you, my friend,
to infinity and back again.