The Asymptote Poem
As dawn dances across the eastern rim of the sky,
I lie in my bed
contemplating calculus, asymptotes, and you.
Your smile is like a parabola
multiplied by a rational number.
Oh, but my love for you is most irrational,
my emotions oscillating wildly.
How I long to lie tangent to your curves
but, alas, that can never be!
For there is an asymptote that lies betwix your heart and mine.
I am infinitely reaching
but I will never touch you.