In algebra class

The teacher tells us

The only number

We cannot compute

Is

Infinity.

But,

Just because

The calculators

Cannot compute it,

Doesn't mean

I can't

Either.

Because infinity

To me

Is the sound

Of your voice,

And your laugh,

And the way your hair moves

In the wind,

Or when you shake your head

Around.

You are infinite.

And so is

My love.

I adore you,

Infinite

Angel.