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If you ask me how deep a love should be
Don’t seek an answer quantitatively.
Love’s to be measured qualitatively,
Except that I love you infinitely.

If each love is its own variety,
Which one is the one between you and me?
Is it type one or type one hundred three?
My love for you is love infinity.

If you ask how much love I give to thee
For fear love might exceed capacity,
Man never loves to his ability.
Except me—I love you infinitely.

If you need me to love descriptively,
Each day I love you more infinitely,
I need new numbers mathematically,
For I love you more than infinity.
Alexandria Loeb Apr 2018
What a tricky topic to write of
How does one encompass all that this is?

I could use numbers to speak of my love for you
With numbers that extend above the sky
and past our imagination
Intricate and never-ending digits and decimals
To show the amount of which
I love you
But even then
Infinity would never match
To the quantity in which I adore you
Because there is no quantity

Maybe I could use actions to show I love you?
Sing to you and hold your hand
Kiss your lips and hug you dearly
But then…
There are mute people
Whose love shows no bound
And the paralyzed
Who still love like there's no tomorrow
So then, actions can't express my love for you
Because actions are too simple
No matter how big they are

Perhaps I could compose letters and sonnets
Speak and have my words flow like wax
Type thousands upon thousands of words
Each meaning one thing
I love you
But I can't put how I feel about you
Into words that do them justice
No number of pixels on a screen or words on a paper
Even compares to the feelings
The complex and conditional emotion
I have for you

So, I say my dear,
My love for you is
More than a number any man could conceive
My love for you is
Greater than any action anyone could or couldn't do
My love for you means more
Than the books on the subject that have been written or will be
Because my love for you is
Bountiful
Unmeasurable
And so vast in its own way

I end this with three words
And I hope you think of them fondly
Yes, my one and only
I love you
Jiawen 张 Oct 2017
He is an exponential function.
Small rate of change at the beginning,
But he grows fast when he reaches a certain age.
    
I am a function of a straight line.
A big constant ***** since the beginning,
But I also have a y-intercept way bigger than zero.
    
Let our age be the inputs,
And our maturity be the outputs.
At year zero,
We didn’t know each other.
We didn’t know we would cross each other one day.
      
We have been working so hard.
We have been living in different countries.
We were like two parallel lines,
Which would never meet each other.
    
But at year 20 for me,
And at year 30 for him,
We finally crossed each other,
And we were smart enough to find our intersection.
      
We are still growing into different directions,
Because that probably will be our only intersection.
But we only need that one intersection,
Because we are all independent now.
We don’t need other people to input data anymore.
#MathMajor
Solaces Mar 2018
That math test in my dreams is even hard.. Even in the dream realm I didn't try and cheat on it. I do my best though.
I hope I passed.
How long have you been struggling,
with the thoughts and theorems caged inside?
How obtuse the sudden angles
knifing us one stab at a time.
When the equation hangs unbalanced,
we look to correct the path behind
When the choice is always present,
to multiply or to divide.
T R S Feb 2018
Miming only action is like mining fiction faces
A fraction found in fire can be the sum of holy stasis
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