Math Fail

My love for you is just like pi,
Irrational and never-ending.
You’re the one who squares my i,
Time for reality, no more pretending.

Like the summation to infinity of one over n,
Like the domain of x squared, our love has no end.

A divide by zero, it’s undefined;
Equations to explain it you cannot find.

As the limit approaches infinity,
You’re the ln of e for me.

You’re perfect like 9, 16, or 25,
My constant like e to the x, derived.

We’re perpendicular in our affection,
Every point leads to our intersection.

This is no logistic growth, there’s no upper bound;
There’s no one I’d rather have around.