I realize I'm a little late in posting this, but I've been waiting an entire year to use this (and I'd rather not wait another 362 days).
“You disintegrate my differential,
You dislocate my focus.
My pulse goes up like an exponential
Whenever you cross my locus.
Without you sets are null and void,
So won’t you be my cardioid?”
3 comments:
HOLY CRUD
That is an amazing poem!
How do you make ur poem rhyme with calculus terms ?
This poem was actually published in a math journal back in 1965 and was read to us by our Calc prof on Valentines day... still cute
My statiscian husband has said this to me every Valentine's Day for 24 years. I love it!
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