Your perfect circles wander through my dreams.
I would like to deny it, but its true,
Forever I will adore you, it seems.
Squares just can't shape up; triangles are lame.
A heptagon is just too hard to draw,
Each hexagon looks exactly the same.
But I will not forget the time I saw
That enchanting ratio in your eyes.
Your diameter to circumference
Will never change, would not dare to surprise,
And that, dear π, makes all the difference.
I commit you to my heart evermore-
Alas, my π, you are three-point-one-four.