Never quite
understood
(you understand me)
the algebra
of your smile
or how that certain little look
added up
to so much more
than itself
that je ne sais quoi of you
(not making mathematical sense)
but I instantly
got to grips with
(always preferred hands on
to the more theoretical stuff)
the lovely geometry
of your body
instinctively understanding
each curve
the parabola of a yes
becoming a kiss
(your absolutely stunning
hypotenuse)
me knowing only that
the one & one of us is
& will always be
just too
too
...much!
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Apparently this date makes it a square root day(only 9 of them this century) so Maths boffins long for them to come(and then they are gone!) . I wrote this on this 'day of days'(hence it's title) but thought(much too much) of the 'other things' that(oh!) you do do...so well!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem