Dear Circle,

I’ve met a triangle,
I’ve chatted with a pentagon.
Seen some squares,
And some rectangles.
But, you’re still not here.

I’ve always wanted one shape,
Just one shape.
These other squares,
Rectangles and triangles
They still have sides.

But, me,
I have no points,
No angles.
No edges.

With room for you in my center,
Where are you, my circle?
I’m ready to hold you
And forget all the shapes with sides.

I’ll keep looking but,
Oh, if I find you, circle
Will you be mine?