I am so thankful for all the dogs in my life
I can demostrate the saddest theorems of the night
the emptiest sets of the universe
make the graph of the most convex parabola on my face
But you know you could never tell me that i will be less than 3u (i<3u lol)
I can satisfy all your equations
Revolve around your whole spine
Like a daring asymptote, barely touch your curves
But you well know my vector whill never penetrate your vectorial space
I can solve your complex problems
act like a rational
But you only like the natural
I can be your absolute value,
so you’re always positive
I can make you a vector,
so your life has sense and direction.
I can swear to you to never make a contradiction
and be injective until our extinction
You’re my image, my domain and my range
But you well know, you already explained.
You told me “honey, it’s simple. R2 can not form R3,
and not every continous function can be derivative.
You can’t sum i with a real.
And even though you’re in my subspace,
you will always be a vector L.D”
"To me you’re like the
2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17 or 19, sweetheart.
You’re my calculator,
I give you an equation
and you give back a reflection.
Therefore, there’s no attraction”.