Though our times together may have been finite,
The moments I cherish form an uncountable set.
And as the countdown approached zero,
I wished that my limits did not exist.
I once thought me to be an immovable object,
Only to be gravitated by your unstoppable force.
Love is the bane of a logical mind,
And logic that of a loving heart.
From this I have found my proof
That my love for you is not an axiomatic system
For it is both consistent and complete.
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