Love is truth-a nonexistant

Beyond the lines and rays and points
Beyond the area of a cube
There lies a greater variable
and that, my dear, is you

Behind the factual facade
behind the 1's and 0's, true
There's a better source of reason
and that, my dear, is you

For you, though lacking formulas
and without proven truth
your affection's larger than this plane-
and in itself, a proof

But with you, I see so clearly
the composition of this world
is not of numerals and spheres,
but emotions, now unfurled

Abandon manners of fact- not fiction
and to this love, take heed
the only lies are thoughts cast stone,
as we are without need.