Mathematical Paradise

I doth fear I will always be a three, That I'll not hear the prophecy of fate, That I shall bring the woeful tears to thee, Yet I am no seer to fore-know thy state, But a three I also find within you, Alone like me, yet how, in such beauty? Flagrant it must be that our love is true, As Neptune to sea, our sacred duty, I wish instead that I could be a nine, Thus said, I reach this when we multiply, Though hearts have bled, we shall never divide; As the soul's dread is dismissed like the fly, Together you and I are perfect squares, Forever upon our bliss I could stare.