Poor chap he was, always obsessed <br />over one and two and three, <br />always stressing upon Divine <br />Proportion and perfect Symmetry. <br /> <br />And 'love is calculative', <br />he always used to say. <br />Poor chap, he's dead. Now Bang, <br />he's gone; never lived another day <br /> <br />to see the glorious sunset, <br />the fire of my glee. <br />Love is calculative <br />as five and one is three.<br /><br />Ballerina With Fins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mathematics-2/
