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Here is a love letter written by a mathematician
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 our cute circular face, conical nose and
spherical eyes, standing 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 youcan solve by making good binary relation 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 of my life revolves around your acute personality. My love, if you do not meet
me at 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 your higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, ofan unknown function.
Yours ever
loving,
Pythagoras
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 our cute circular face, conical nose and
spherical eyes, standing 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 youcan solve by making good binary relation 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 of my life revolves around your acute personality. My love, if you do not meet
me at 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 your higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, ofan unknown function.
Yours ever
loving,
Pythagoras
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