You are truly a product of love,
Divided by the sum of your ego,
Subtracted by the quotient of your imperfection,
Multiply by the difference of your commitment.
You are a prime number unique in your oneness,
Differently made to fit in the equation,
Quadratically created to love,
An independent variable that always remained constant.
You are a product of an unknown calculus,
An addition of You plus I equal to Love
An X in my equation,
that is to be simplified into the lowest solution
In a world of so many Negative factors,
You remain my positive integer,
And when I feel unsolve, you grab me by my hands kiss me on my cheek,
And make me feel greater than 0