Square Root Of Seven Poem by Jose Duran

you don't need to be a mathematician
To know that I am alone as
The square root of seven

Seven are the days we breathe each week
Seven are the wonders of the world we seek
Square root of seven will never intertwine
Would I rather not be a 49?

This I do not know how I will fix
Do not know what formula will mix
I am forever hexed
As 2.646

O how I envy nothing
Since even nothing has something
As I am imperfect and weeping
Zero squared is rooted and smiling

Maybe I should just dream up a number
Just make believe one that is satisfactory
But no it did not work
Not even imaginary

Wait what is this I see
Could… could it be
Am I finally free?
Yes it is she
The term that was meant for me

A product from heaven
Another beautiful square root of seven
There are many great factors we have in common
Knowing that together we will function

Together we reproduce
To form the quotient of 14 and 2
No more square root taboo
Only my infinite love for you