Book Of Firsts: First Erring Calculations Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I was sauntering past your classroom
To and fro, wanting attention
But you were tethered elsewhere
And things started to be transformed peculiarly.
You were listening to a teacher
Who taught you about figures,
Numbers, science behind things
But did she teach you that there’s no science
Behind my overflowing fountain
Of amore?
She can never, ever teach you that,
For she is inadequate

And she told you how to calculate numbers,
But did she tell you how to reckon and compute
My immutable steps towards the path I solely
Entwined with yours? We are now meshed,
And not even mathematics, science, linguistics
And economics could decipher whence does
My esteem for you blusters into wildfire.
And so, you can solve your equations,
Punctuate your sentences
And explore your sciences,
But you can never, ever guess or conclude
The labyrinthine feeling I have for you.