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.