The Passionate Nerd to her Love

Sweet dear, come be my lover true, Just think of all of the things we could do. The books we could read, and the musicals we could watch, The big words we’d use, and our brains would be top notch. We could sit under the stairs, with our Harry Potter collection You be my Ron, and I your Hermione, frolicking in each other’s affection. I am more infatuated with you, than Gilderoy Lockhart is with himself A love potion, I have brewed, and it sits upon the shelf. If I were sin2x, and you were cos2x, together we’d be one. Solve this equation, 9x - 7i > 3(3x -7u). It’s oodles of fun. When I’m with you, I’m like √-1. You make me irrational. But the fervor I have when I’m with you, I promise, it’s so rational. We could hold hands, and then share each other’s Germ X. No need to put us in a+bi form because our relationship is not complex. Our passion is like dividing by 0, it’s indefinable. And your black rimmed glasses are so desirable. We could watch Wicked, then sing every word. I’ll be Glinda and make you “pop-u-who-ler.” Sweeney Todd could be the next production we perform, you bet. You be Sweeney Todd and I’ll be your Ms. Lovett. On the weekends we can dress up and live action role play. You know, dragons and characters, we’d play as all day. Let’s get married on the fourteenth of March, the day to celebrate pi! I have the first 6 digits memorized: 3.14159. I could finally change my status on Facebook to “in a relationship.” And I’d update my Twitter faster than a whip. For recreation, we could bust out the video games. Call of Duty. World of Warcraft. You’re going down, and I’m not to blame. Every day, I’d read you a Shakespearean sonnet to remind you that I love you. And I’d make you gluten free oatmeal; it’s something I’d love to do. Our love would not be like any others I hope you love me as much as you love your mother.