Love's Algebra

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Love's got an algebra, all its own. With love's equations you'll take her home, Girl of your dreams, but you gotta claw, all the way through love's algebra.

Too bad love's just not reflexive. That can be ever so vex-ive! My loving her won't make her love me. Too bad there's no reciprocity.

Good thing love ain't transitive, or when I love her and she loves Ted, Then I'd have to bed poor ol' Ted. That would be tough, so instead, Love has its inverse, and that is hate. No additives but effective to date.

Love plus hate, ya know, ain't nil, but a broken heart whose love has spilled; A broken heart whose blood has spilled.

Love's not distributive. (Ain't that primitive!) I love Joy and I love Jane, But try to love 'em both, in the same place. That's not something to readily face.

Love ain't symmetric. (This is so hectic!) I love her with a passion dis-lec-tic, But she treats me, like any other, young or older, family brother.

Love can be composed right under your nose. You hate lovin' her. She loves hating you.

What can you do? You can't just sue when you hate lovin' her and she loves hating you. You hate lovin' her. She loves hating you.

What's the square-root, of your relationship? If it's two then you're a foursome. (You scum!) Watch out! You'll end up with the crumbs; suckin' on a bottle of cheap rum.

What's love taken to a higher power? Love to that degree is love by the hour. Stay away from polynomial love. It's just a form of ceremonial love.

Better know love's algebra, or you'll never reach Nir-va-a-na. Better know love's algebra, or you'll miss her sweet er-o-ti-ca.

If you don't know love's algebra, your kiss will be like ant-ar-ti-ca. If you don't know love's algebra, you'll never get past her mas-ca-a-ra.

Love can decompose right under your nose: You hate lovin' her. She loves hating you.

What can you do (other than screw?) when you hate lovin' her and she loves hating you. You hate lovin' her. She loves hating you.

Oh, love's algebra. Oh, love's algebra.