A Mathematician's Love letter.

De-Morgan's Law,
Binomial Avenue,
United States of Matrices.

My Dear Love,

Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house in 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 you can 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, of an unknown
function.

Yours ever loving,
Pythagoras.