ALBERT'S POEM
Like the apple that fell on Newton's head
I'm falling in love with you
Like yeast that makes the nicest bread
My love it grows so true
Oh how can I describe this joy
I feel like designing a high-tech toy
My heart's experiencing palpitations
I hope I don't die from this sensation
If I were a plant, you would be my sun
Your love would be what nourishes me
If I were a cell, you'd be my cell wall
Without your support, I will be in discomfort
If you were a function, I'd be your solution
But only if you're a quadratic equation!
I hope you know how much you mean
To me, and thus my heartfelt plea
My love has no asymptote you know
But exponentially, it'll grow, grow, grow!
I'll always be faithful, just trust in me
I'm like the constant in y=mx+c!