My love for you is like dividing by zero – it cannot be defined.
Hey girl, what's your sine? It must be pi/2 because you're the 1.
My love for you is a monotonically increasing unbounded function.
Let's make like a transcription factor and response element and turn things on.
Are you the square root of -1? Because you can't be real.
If you were a triangle, you'd be acute one.
I wish I was your derivative so I can lie tangent to your curve.
Wanna couple our equations tonight?
I don't like my current girlfriend. Mind if I do a you-substitution?
Your beauty cannot be spanned by a finite basis of vectors.