circa 2001:

my most mathematical queen,

when shalt the sum of thy beauty cast its indivisible glow upon my face again? anon, i wait for the day upon which, in unmitigated favor, thou wouldst integrete thyself into mine own coordinate system, and i wouldst derive exponential powers of inspiration from the prodigious circumference of thine heart. were i to number my cares for thee, the sequence would continue without bounds toward infinity, and yet only represent the partial sum of my affection.

but, alas! my queen has moved from the realm of real to complex, from complex to imaginary. i have nothing but the quotient of memories with which to chart her subtle kindesses, and am reduced to my lowest common denominator.