I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
-kumar

"Here we are, at the crossraods of life. Where each road leads, we don't even know. Neither path's destination is clear, neither is easier than the other. But they part nonetheless, and so should we. So let's give our embraces, say our goodbyes, and walk that lonely road; every decision, every experience forms the terrain on which we walk. Yours may lead you to evergreen mountains or breath-taking valleys. Mine may take me to white-sand beaches or to grassy plains. Whatever choices we make, I hope our roads meet at some point. I want to see who you become, and for you to see what kind of man I will be. But I won't ever know unless I keep walking."