Math - Poem by Nick Korsantia

Cold and emotionless feeling
Your power gives nature meaning
To feel your mysterious dealing
The melancholy inevitability

Your signs are used readily
Your design intrigues all
Your mysteries solved steadily
Your secrets will be our fall

My meekness forces my complain
Others may share this case
To feel the beauty of disdain
I admire your figure but despise your face