Mathematical Paradise

I doth fear I will always be a three,
That I'll not hear the prophecy of fate,
That I shall bring the woeful tears to thee,
Yet I am no seer to fore-know thy state,
But a three I also find within you,
Alone like me, yet how, in such beauty?
Flagrant it must be that our love is true,
As Neptune to sea, our sacred duty,
I wish instead that I could be a nine,
Thus said, I reach this when we multiply,
Though hearts have bled, we shall never divide;
As the soul's dread is dismissed like the fly,
Together you and I are perfect squares,
Forever upon our bliss I could stare.

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