Post by moonwick on Jan 4, 2007 0:59:35 GMT -5
Mathematician, warmth-subtracting,
as-a-matter-of-facting,
hoarding your precious equations till dawn breaks,
the light refracting,
shining like knives in the eyes till your head aches.
"You think far too hard, my friend,"
I say over my cup of Styrofoam coffee.
But silently my heartbeats gladden;
I'm madly in love with your elegant theories.
Mathematician, teach me a lesson.
You've made good impressions,
skillfully weaving my thoughts to the clouds with
undivided attention,
reducing my reason and sense down to one-fifth.
Better not to say a word,
I know you'll be frightened by my strong emotion
which cannot be measured by any degree,
so I'll sit here softly as you recite quotients.
as-a-matter-of-facting,
hoarding your precious equations till dawn breaks,
the light refracting,
shining like knives in the eyes till your head aches.
"You think far too hard, my friend,"
I say over my cup of Styrofoam coffee.
But silently my heartbeats gladden;
I'm madly in love with your elegant theories.
Mathematician, teach me a lesson.
You've made good impressions,
skillfully weaving my thoughts to the clouds with
undivided attention,
reducing my reason and sense down to one-fifth.
Better not to say a word,
I know you'll be frightened by my strong emotion
which cannot be measured by any degree,
so I'll sit here softly as you recite quotients.