All Along

A love poem with a mathematical slant

Two angles measure out to forty-five
Ninety, the number makes them feel alive

Math somehow connects towards love
Such is the power from heaven above

Nine times ten makes it so very right
Two complements bow before the light

Whatever may come must not unbond
Glued adjacently, of each other fond

May their peeps keep them strong
It was meant to happen all along

Reviews

[BaronofBallads]

This is beautiful.