My love was so elliptical it passed
Before the first one realised and grasped
But now I prefer the straight lines to connect
Or perhaps an obtuse angle I’ll bisect
In truth, I married mental furniture
His mind was parabolic in its shape
And filled it was by study and nature
Yet spacious in its arts to let me hope
He did not know of numbers past belief
I enlightened him, yet he was filled with grief.
For as the caterpillar eats the very leaf
Learners are depraved like common thieves
I made an error beating him at chess
And when he died, he left me no address.
How my heart sings 