De-Morgan's Law,
Binomial Avenue,
United States Of Matrices.
My Dear Love,
Yesterday I was passing by your rectangular house in trigonometric lane. There I saw you with your cute face, conical nose, and spherical eyes, standing there in your triangular garden. before seeing you, my heart was a null set, but when a vector of magnitude (likeness) from your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my heart, it differentiated.
My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots, which only you can solve by making good binary relations with me. The cosine of my love for you extends to infinity. I promise that I should not resolve you into partial functions but if I do so, you can integrate me by applying the limits from zero to infinity.
You are as essential to me as an element to a set. The geometry fo my life resolves around your acute personality. My love, if you do not meet me at the Parabola Restaurant on date 10 at sunset, when the sun is making an angle of 160 degrees, my heart would be like a solved polynomial of degree 10.
With love from higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, of an unknown function.
Your ever loving,
An Unknown Function
Binomial Avenue,
United States Of Matrices.
My Dear Love,
Yesterday I was passing by your rectangular house in trigonometric lane. There I saw you with your cute face, conical nose, and spherical eyes, standing there in your triangular garden. before seeing you, my heart was a null set, but when a vector of magnitude (likeness) from your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my heart, it differentiated.
My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots, which only you can solve by making good binary relations with me. The cosine of my love for you extends to infinity. I promise that I should not resolve you into partial functions but if I do so, you can integrate me by applying the limits from zero to infinity.
You are as essential to me as an element to a set. The geometry fo my life resolves around your acute personality. My love, if you do not meet me at the Parabola Restaurant on date 10 at sunset, when the sun is making an angle of 160 degrees, my heart would be like a solved polynomial of degree 10.
With love from higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, of an unknown function.
Your ever loving,
An Unknown Function
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